I am seven years older than my twin cousins. When I was 8 or 9 years old, they just learned how to 1. I liked them and they really liked me as well. However, sometimes they would 2 a lot. It was a little disturbing. 3, I only saw them for the final two weeks of the year over school 4 because I lived in New York and they lived in Los Angeles.
One night, it was a bit late so they had been 5 and crying for a bit before coming to play with me and my brother. Next, one of them fell off a chair onto the hard floor and began to 6 uncontrollably. I remember I felt the 7 for a short moment and then I went to pick her up. To my and my grandmother's 8, she stopped crying immediately. I was kind of 9 and amazed. I didn't expect I could do it.
I didn't know why, but I looked at her and she 10 and I saw her happiness of just being held had overpowered the 11 she must have felt from falling. This is my earliest and strongest memory of my 12 happiness out of sadness for someone else. It had been a 13 of mine ever since. Doing something to make someone else feel joy will lift your 14 and make you feel pleased, and that is why 15 is a core belief of mine.
