The two beggars still lay on the street. It's 6pm. The wind is bristling and roaring as I tuck my face back into my scarf and snuggle in to prevent my cheeks from turning any more red. My dad and I walk up the stairs slowly as I continue turning back looking at those beggars. One of them turns his head and looks at me. I quickly turn my head back.
"Dad, can I give them some of the food we bought..?"
"Them," I say, turning my head in the direction the beggars sat.
"Oh silly girl, you can't even take care of yourself and you want to give them food? Come on, let's go."
My dad continues walking up the stairs, leaving me in the dark. Without thinking, I run down the stairs and give the beggars a sandwich I had bought from the grocery a while ago. The beggars look up and one beggar puts his hand out in front of me. I reach my hand out and see a peppermint. I smile and quickly run back up the stairs to my grandmother's house.
That was eleven years ago and ever since then, the peppermint has still been with me to this day. I ate the candy eleven years ago but the bitterness and sweetness of life remains. The sweetness of life includes from joining the track team to attending the College Now class at Hunter College. The bitterness of life includes from getting my neck injured to crying when my grandmother went back to China for vacation.
It was just a few days ago when this memory shook me hard. Hurricane Sandy had just struck New York and my grandmother's house was hit badly. For a few days, she didn't have any light on and the days just worsened. There was no water or electricity and the majority of the people had to walk down to the 4th floor and carry a bucket of water back to their own floor. For two days, I helped my grandmother carry water up and down the stairs. I realized how sweet candy can be sometimes here. When the 4th floor ran out of water during the second day here, everyone walked down to the first floor where water was and started bringing it up.
When I reached the first floor, I felt that I had bit into the sweetest candy ever. Volunteers and organizations were passing out food for people to eat. People lined up to receive their food, army men were guiding the people where to go and the most important thing of all, people cared. People cared that the east coast had just suffered from a hurricane. People carried that there were people starving. This memory made me realize that and sometimes, like a peppermint, life is bitter and can hit you hard but there are times where life is sweet as well.
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