My Childhood Friend: Uncle Liu
“A real friend is one who walks in when the rest of the world walks out.”
The meaning of life is not about how much achievement and money you derive, or having some expensive items. Our life is often valuable when we encounter someone you love and respect. Only if we find someone who are worth to cherish can we fulfill our life. Otherwise, our life is meaningless. In my life, I’ve encounter a lot of person, teachers, students, relatives and family. However, Uncle Liu, a former “big friend” of mine who was picking me up to school and home every day, He is only 5.3 ft with a bald head, but he has a strong body. In my eyes, he was not only a driver, but he was my childhood mentor who taught me how to play soccer, how to swim, how to climb trees, how to run fast and how to self defend. He stood out when I got scorned by higher grade students in Chinese public school and he comforted me when I failed math test.
I still remember the scene of that day, a warm current cut through the murky sky and fall in my heart. I came down from uncle Liu’s car and walked along the street to reach my apartment. However, the only thing I saw was a blank of darkness, there was no light around at all. Thinking of I was only eleven years old, the fear was definitely in my mind. Uncle Liu realized that, and turned his car and faced to my way, that way the light on his car was able to shine towards me and therefore I can see the road clearly. I kept walking on the street, as time ran by, the warm current was like a tight rope that bundled me up, I was touched. I realized that a minimal effort done by someone may be extremely helpful to others.
Uncle Liu has just passed sixty, but he still keeps a strong and healthy body. He would go to gym every week and insist on doing lifting, running, and jumping. Sports day of my school was gradually coming and I was planning to do 400meters race. Whereupon, uncle Liu took me to gym every day and bind the sandbag with fifteen kg on my ankles. I started to go home by running after school, uncle Liu would watch me until I arrive home. I was wondering, “Uncle, don’t you want to go home, why would you staying with me.” Uncle Liu smiled, “Well, Going home is not as fun as training you.”
After a year, everyone in my grade (400 people) know uncle Liu, I remember the “goods” he gave me, I also remember the days he sacrifice his rest time to train with me, and I still remember the childhood he accompanied with me.
Those are some memories, happiness, experience, which a person won’t forget.