Give me some thanksgiving stories or essays, my little stories of gratitude

A boy living in poverty goes door-to-door selling goods in order to save money for school fees. His pitch didn't go well, and in the evening he was exhausted, hungry, and desperate to give up everything.

Desperate, he knocked on a door, hoping that the owner would give him a glass of water.

The door was opened by a beautiful young woman, who smiled and handed him a thick glass of hot milk.

The boy drank it with tears in his eyes, and regained his courage in life. Many years later, he became a renowned surgeon.

One day, a woman in a serious condition was transferred to the hospital where the famous surgeon was staying. The doctor successfully performed the operation on the woman and saved her life.

By accident, the doctor discovers that the woman is the same young woman who gave him the cup of hot milk he had given him years ago when he was hungry and cold! He decided to quietly do something for her.

When the woman, who had been worried about the expensive surgery fee, went through the discharge procedures, she saw the following seven words on the operation bill: Surgery fee: a glass of milk.

A Bowl of Ramen Story", which is easy to find on the Internet and very touching!

I am grateful to the people who have helped me over the years, whether it is a gesture or a drop of water, I will remember it in my heart and thank you for meeting you in my life.

Dig. 100 points!

He is a young man from the countryside who came to the city to work, and he decorates plastic steel windows for our home. All day, he worked with his head bored and did not speak, and worked until late. Seeing that he was so honest, we left him for dinner.

He was very restrained, he didn't even dare to pick up the dishes, and his mother-in-law greeted him warmly, just like to a guest from afar, and his father-in-law handed him cigarettes and talked to him. It turned out that he was admitted to college, and that year his younger brother was also admitted to a key high school in the county, and his family was too poor to afford two people, so he had to give up going to college and go out to work. Now, his daughter-in-law has also married, and his son has also been born, and he is a farmer with peace of mind.

We listened, and we were not very embarrassed. My mother-in-law thought practically and thoughtfully, and picked up the old clothes we had eliminated, as well as washing powder and other cleaning supplies, and filled half a bag for him. His face flushed, and he refused to accept it.

The mother-in-law said, we don't need it, it's idle and idle, just take it for you, and go back to help your daughter-in-law live. He bowed his head and took the bag, and without even saying a word of thanks, he left.

As the days passed, the family quickly forgot about it.

One day, half a year later, there was a knock on the door. When I opened the door, I saw a young man dressed in rural clothes with a pocket standing in the doorway, and I didn't recognize him. He said, "I'm the one who installed the windows for your house."

I hurriedly beckoned him to the door, and he sat down on the sofa stiffly, rubbing his hands together and saying slowly, that when the wheat was harvested, he had come home and that the whole family was very happy when we had helped him. They wanted to show their gratitude to us, but they couldn't find the right way. The family discussed for a long time, and finally his mother said to bring some of the newly picked grain at home and let us try it.

In that pocket was the newly harvested millet, soybeans, mung beans, and new cornmeal.

The young man put down his things and left. But we are overwhelmed by this unexpected result. I don't know how he, who was working in the city, firmly identified my home in the seemingly identical buildings, and found it accurately after half a year; I don't know what kind of thoughts he had in his mind that would have given him the courage to walk into my house again.

What I do know is that I have received greater and more help than he has, but I have not been so persistently grateful and grateful. I have given more support and help to others than he did, and I have never received a word of thanks. When I took all this for granted, this young man who worked as a migrant worker taught me a vivid lesson.

Something that touched me.

Fan Jinxuan. There are so many things around us that we are touched that some people may ask, "What is moving?"

I think moving is about helping you and solving problems when you need help. These things that touched me sparkled in my mind like stars. I'm going to pick one of the stars and tell you about the thing that touched me.

One morning, I woke up early to get ready for school. I walked to the school with a relaxed pace, and when I was about to walk to the school gate, I saw the red scarves worn on the chests of my classmates, I suddenly stopped, reached out and touched the right pocket and touched the left pocket, but I didn't see the red scarf, and I was anxious. I took off my schoolbag again, and I flipped left and right to almost pour out all the contents of the bag, but who knew that I couldn't even find the shadow of the red scarf.

My heart is like fifteen buckets of water—seven up and eight down. I frowned and said, "What should I do?"

I was so anxious that I stomped my feet, and as the minutes passed, my heart became more and more anxious. Suddenly, an idea popped up in my head: I can call the family **!

I immediately took out my phone from my pocket, and as soon as I turned it on, four big words appeared on the screen: "Low battery". I thought to myself: What!

Always drop the chain at a critical moment, and usually have enough electricity when not in use! I immediately dialed ** again, but no one answered**. I broadcast it twice in a row, but who knows, no one answers.

My heart fell into the abyss again.

Suddenly, I saw my good friend Li Hanzheng, and I quickly stopped her. She seemed to be thinking about something, and I stopped her again. I hurriedly ran over and said:

Li Hanzheng, Li Hanzheng. Slow down. She turned to me and said:

What are you doing?