Once in a technical class, the teacher asked us to bring some safety signs. One of my classmates forgot to bring it, but I brought a lot. I took out the sign and put it on the table, and then I buried myself in doing my own thing. I caught a glimpse of a classmate who has been wandering in someone else's seat, as if in a hurry! Finally, he walked back to his seat in frustration and bowed his head and whispered something. I didn't know until I asked someone else that the classmate forgot to bring the safety sign, and no one wanted to borrow him. His eyes were slightly red, and when I saw his profuse sweat, I thought, I have so many myself, I can't use them all anyway, and I have to throw them away in the end. I might as well make more gestures for that classmate to protect him from the teacher's criticism.
Thinking of this, I stood up, instinctively cut the sign in two, went to my classmate's seat and said, "If you don't have a sign, the teacher will definitely criticize you." I brought a lot and gave you some so that the teacher wouldn't criticize you. " As I spoke, I handed him my safety sign. He took the sign, and his anxiety turned into excitement, saying thank you again and again.
After class, the teacher asked the students who didn't wear safety signs to stand up. No one in the class stood up. The teacher smiled with satisfaction and my heart was filled with joy.