I am an ordinary person who adheres to the ancient adage of "do good deeds and don't ask about the future." He did not hesitate to borrow money to help people he thought he could help, and put himself into a debt crisis, when the bank's collection notices came like a snowflake. The friends around me, as well as the people being helped, are indeed indifferent, putting me in a desperate situation.
When kindness becomes the grave of the self, can we still believe in the brilliance of human nature?
