《A tree grows in Brooklyn》made me recall all that hard and poor childhood time again.Didn't dare to look back upon all these painful time but all of those memories came to me and almost drowned me down.I don't know what the author had suffered when writting all these down.But i know it much have been very hard when recalling all those embarassed and painful memoments.Because all the wound had to be exposed and rubbed the salt into it again.Maybe it had tortured you for thousand times,but reminiscing it once again,still you could feel all it.It was not gone with time,even sometimes you could feel it got stronger and stronger in many those sleepless nights.It burned you and almost destroyed you.
Is kindness a choice?It is.Because of this,i cannot understand why most of people chose the opposite.There are many things in this world out of our will,our control and our choice.Fortunately,we can choose to be kind and compassionate.It is not just because people who are in the low environment need it，most because we wanted it when we were there but no one ever showed to us.
The following is an excerpt from the book.Every time when i read this,the wound was in pain again.because i was there before.
A person who pulls himself up from a low environment via the boot-strap route has two choices. Having risen above his environment, he can forget it; or, he can rise above it and never forget it and keep compassion and understanding in his heart for those he has left behind him in the cruel up climb. The nurse had chosen the forgetting way. Yet, as she stood there, she knew that years later she would be haunted by the sorrow in the face of that starveling child and that she would wish bitterly that she had said a comforting word then and done something towards the saving of her immortal soul. She had the knowledge that she was small but she lacked the courage to be otherwise.
