It was early in the morning when I felt my grandfather's firm hands on my shoulder as he shook me awake saying, "You know, wake up." I got out of bed and went about my morning routine feeling excited, as I couldn't wait to accompany my grandfather for the first time in his weekly ritual of donating blankets to the homeless in our village. I was always curious to find out why this was so important to him. When I started walking through the dark and empty streets, I couldn't help but feel empathy for the poor, as if it were the first time I was going out, so soon I felt my blood fill with ice and my legs start to tremble. It felt as if the entire view suddenly lit up with multiple fires looming in the distance, as if the dark sky was casting all the moonlight onto the surroundings. He was the kind of person who would never express any kind of anger towards a stranger, let alone a family member. He was very sociable and never kept to himself, he loved my grandmother very much and loved spending as much time as possible with her, whenever me or my cousins ​​did something to annoy her, he always kindly told us to stop but he never became irritable. His heart was like butter, even if cut it melts but never rots. The scariest moment of my life, but at the same time very admirable, happened during my stay in India; My grandfather and I were walking in the park in our neighborhood when suddenly a man dressed all in black with a cap covered over his face stopped us and in a very stern tone asked my grandfather to give him his wallet, to which my grandfather responded by doing that he was asked while simultaneously speaking to him saying: “Son, there is no need for you to take these unnecessary measures, I see that you are a bright young man, you can have all the money I have with me, but I am sad for you that you are wasting a perfect life.” Then, placing his hand on the stranger's shoulder, he said, "You can use this to make the world a better place." In a very unorthodox way the hooded figure grabbed the wallet and stared at it for a couple of seconds and immediately after said: A habit I had developed was to call my grandfather every day and talk to him and in return he would always spread new news. invaluable knowledge and wisdom about everything about me. Since my time in America, I have always made sure to give to my community and remain as thoughtful and completely ego-free as possible. In seventh grade I joined the Rebuilding Together organization, which renovates homes for seniors and low-income families, through which I spent an entire day in San Francisco, and I rebuilt a large retirement home for disabled seniors with my friends. The best moment for me was watching the reactions of the many seniors who came and expressed their gratitude to me and my friends. I talked to my grandfather that day, like I did every day, and told him what I did and how satisfying it was to make a huge difference in one person's life, and he replied, "You're just starting to become a young man man, Keep doing good and you will find happiness in everything you have