What does credit mean?

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What does credit mean to us? Everyone has their different answers. But a mother, who is blind, has given it a new explanation.

Zhou lianhui, has lead a poor life for eight years after her husband’s death. In order to pay for what her husband loaned from the local bank, which was only 1000 Yuan, she begged not only for life, but also to pay off the debt. It is only after 8 years that she managed to accomplish the achievement.

For a woman who is blind, what hardship it is to lead a life! But in Zhou Lianhui’s eyes’, she was directly responsible for the load that her husband had left. What a touching scene it must be when the worker in the bank accepted the collection of coins and paper money of little value from the poor blind woman’s hand.

Just as the interviewee said, Zhou Lianhui was even an illiterate. So she must not have been highly conscious of any kind of moral values. She only thought that she was doing what was right and proper for her to do.

Watching her in rags and mud, and being assailed by calculi, I am too much moved by the story. She is honored and pretty rewarded by the society now. The bank and benevolent people donated some money to her, to build a house. A hospital has cured her of her illness for free. Her devastating body is also rehabilitating, which is the most consoling news to anyone who is watching TV.

The story reminds me of my mother, who has been underground for two years. My father died when I was at the age of nine, leaving a younger sister who was 6 and an elder sister who was only 13. My mother had suffered a lot. At that time, life was so hard. Even survivance was difficult. Needless to say, we didn’t have enough to eat ourselves. However whenever a beggar went into our home, my mother would swiftly give a share of our food, which was so scanty and precious to us. I couldn’t understand why she did this. And I even blamed her for that, since sometimes we had to beg for food too and more often than not what we received was only scoff and rebuff. But she only offered our precious food to the beggars and we are simply not better off than them, with the most cordial manners.

My mother’s answer was only this: “All the destitute are in the same boat.”