Altruism means being selfless for no reason and wanting to save a human, that is not related to you nor had any contact with you anytime in your life.
I believe that there is a thing as true altruism; we do things to help others and get some sort of benefit out of it even if we don’t know what we are getting out of it. Altruism is a strange thing that is mixed with being selfless and selfish. We might never know what pure altruism is.
For instance when we see a spider most of us scream and kill it but some that have some sort of altruism would gently pick it up, whether it’s with a paper, tissue, or by hand they still didn’t kill it. Although we do think that it would benefit us, like maybe you look like a better person when you do it, but no one actually thinks about it but it’s still there.
I grabbed my clothes and went downstairs and took a long warm shower. I put my hair in the water and soaked in until I got the shampoo out. I grabbed the bar of soap and closed my eyes and rubbed until I my face was covered in soap, then washed my face and peaked open my face and saw a spider with my naked eye. I slowly got out of the shower and closed the water. I got a hold of my clothes and quickly dressed after I was done, I grabbed a napkin and picked up the spider and put him gently outside. While I was outside I felt the cool breeze. “Omg. It’s so beautiful outside.” I then decided to go on a nice walk in the neighborhood. I grabbed my purse and ran outside.
I walked till I reached the roads. I then spotted a teenage boy who was really close to the road while a bunch of other teenage guys shouted “Well, are you going to do it now? Stand in the middle of the road and wait!” I heard a voice. I watched as the boy started to walk as the others suddenly started pushing him. I was mad, furious at them all mostly the boy in front to took it over board and pushed aggressively on the road where he fell and laid there for five minutes in excruciating pain. I then saw a drunk driver rushing his car towards him I didn’t think but pushed every one of them and landed on top of him saving him yet injuring myself. It was black, and soon I woke up in the hospital bed when I saw the boy sitting next to me. He had bruises from being beat from the boys. I asked his name and he answered politely saying “Cameron” And soon asked his age. He was a 16 year old boy going through depression and had been bullied his whole life, and abused from his parents. I then felt myself losing conscious. I was dying, dying from a good cause I could smile now. I have helped a little boy with many problems for too young of an age. I told him my last words “Please don’t care about what they say. Just keep you head high!” With that I was gone.
I wish he had used my words correctly.
I believe that there is a thing as true altruism; we do things to help others and get some sort of benefit out of it even if we don’t know what we are getting out of it. Altruism is a strange thing that is mixed with being selfless and selfish. We might never know what pure altruism is.
For instance when we see a spider most of us scream and kill it but some that have some sort of altruism would gently pick it up, whether it’s with a paper, tissue, or by hand they still didn’t kill it. Although we do think that it would benefit us, like maybe you look like a better person when you do it, but no one actually thinks about it but it’s still there.
I grabbed my clothes and went downstairs and took a long warm shower. I put my hair in the water and soaked in until I got the shampoo out. I grabbed the bar of soap and closed my eyes and rubbed until I my face was covered in soap, then washed my face and peaked open my face and saw a spider with my naked eye. I slowly got out of the shower and closed the water. I got a hold of my clothes and quickly dressed after I was done, I grabbed a napkin and picked up the spider and put him gently outside. While I was outside I felt the cool breeze. “Omg. It’s so beautiful outside.” I then decided to go on a nice walk in the neighborhood. I grabbed my purse and ran outside.
I walked till I reached the roads. I then spotted a teenage boy who was really close to the road while a bunch of other teenage guys shouted “Well, are you going to do it now? Stand in the middle of the road and wait!” I heard a voice. I watched as the boy started to walk as the others suddenly started pushing him. I was mad, furious at them all mostly the boy in front to took it over board and pushed aggressively on the road where he fell and laid there for five minutes in excruciating pain. I then saw a drunk driver rushing his car towards him I didn’t think but pushed every one of them and landed on top of him saving him yet injuring myself. It was black, and soon I woke up in the hospital bed when I saw the boy sitting next to me. He had bruises from being beat from the boys. I asked his name and he answered politely saying “Cameron” And soon asked his age. He was a 16 year old boy going through depression and had been bullied his whole life, and abused from his parents. I then felt myself losing conscious. I was dying, dying from a good cause I could smile now. I have helped a little boy with many problems for too young of an age. I told him my last words “Please don’t care about what they say. Just keep you head high!” With that I was gone.
I wish he had used my words correctly.