The word "dignity" is no stranger to us, and I have heard too many people talk about it in my indifferent life. So what does dignity really mean?
Some people think that dignity is nothing, just a noun, a useless thing, that man wants to be realistic and waits for himself to be alive is my acknowledgment that man lives to be realistic, but isn't dignity more important than material things?! Material things do not bring death and do not bring, what is there to worry about! On the contrary, it is dignity that can accompany people forever.
Dignity, I did not deeply understand his meaning. But in my mind, dignity is the first benchmark for judging whether a person is good or bad. A dignified person is considered a person of integrity, and a person without dignity is nothing. It's just a wasted trip to the human world, but if there is no dignity, why should it wander in this world! In the world, there are people in every corner who are struggling and struggling, so why should we live without dignity with inferiority!
My statement is too extreme, but dignity is the minimum quality of human beings, isn't it?
I once heard such a story:
Rahab Sakar was an arrogant and kind man. In his life, he tried his best to give the other party the greatest respect. But what happened to him on The Street of Warhall made him start to re-examine himself.
The sun seemed to be about to bake the ground that day, and there was a rush of hot air in the air. Rahab was walking when a skinny rickshaw driver came to him. The driver shook the bell and asked, "Sir, do you want a car?" Rahab turned his head and saw that the man's eyes seemed to contain a look of anticipation. Rahab has always thought that using a rickshaw as a crime, and only human beings do that. He wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead with the sleeve of his coarse cloth-sewn Gandhi suit and said, "No, no, I don't want it." On the one hand, continue to walk your own path.
The rickshaw driver did not have the intention of giving up, pulling the car behind him, and kept ringing the bell all the way. Suddenly, a thought flashed through Rahab's mind: Maybe pulling a cart was the poor man's only means of making a living. Rahab sympathized with the poor, and he was willing to do his best for them. He looked back at the rickshaw driver again--oh my God, he was so yellow-skinned! Rahab felt pity for him and decided to help the coachman. He asked the rickshaw driver, "Go to Shibtarla." How much do you want?"
"6p."
"Well, you come with me!" Rahab continued on foot.
"Please get in the car, sir."
"Come with me!" Rahab quickened his pace, and the man pulling the rickshaw trotted after him. Every now and then, Rahab turned back to the coachman and said, "Follow me!"
Arriving at Shibtarah, Rahab Sakar took 6p from his pocket and handed it to the rickshaw driver and said, "Take it!"
"But you didn't take the car at all."
"I never ride in a car, I think it's a crime."
"Huh? But you should have told me in the first place!" The coachman's face showed a look of dissatisfaction. He wiped the sweat from his face and pulled the car away.
"Take this money, you deserve it!"
"But I'm not a beggar!" The rickshaw driver finished word for word, pulled the cart, and disappeared around the corner of the street.
Therefore, dignity is the most precious and noble thing of human beings, and it is sacred and inviolable. A person can have no money, but he cannot be poor mentally, and he cannot lose his dignity as a human being.
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