Helping peolpe makes me happy

  I once lived in Taipei, and worked as a volunteer in a hospital. It really felt good to get the opportunities to help people. One morning an elder woman who always looked ruthless in the hospital took a walk in the park. At that moment, I attempted to talk to her, but she pretended that she didn't notice me. Thus, I was very depressed. I really wanted to make friends with her and knew why she always looked unhappy. From then on, I visited her about three times a week. She began to talk to me gradually, but didn't talk a lot. Eventually, I realized why she often looked unhappy. The woman didn't have any family and got cancer. Therefore, she felt very lonely. After contacting with her, I decided to visited her every day and take care of her in her last life. After this event, I grasped that helping people makes not only me but also other people feel happy.