One day, when I was still a little kid and lived in Korea, I remember myself riding the bicicle. I made a turn but apparentaly, I did not turn enough so I grinded my face on the brick wall that was right where I made the turn. Half of my face was scratched, bleeding. I started crying because it hurt so much. Someone... I think it was a high school student... he carried me and took me to the nearest public bathroom and washed my face so it would not get infected and kindly asked me where my house was and took me to my house. I felt so thankful for that person that was being such a good samaritan. If he was not there, then I would have just stayed there, without anyone knowing that I was there since it was a preety isolated area. So, I still feel thankful to the person taht helped me for performing such a wonderful good samaritan act.
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