What do you think of the old man insulting the students on the bus and not giving up his seat?

I'm really angry to hear such a thing. First of all, I'm towards the students, because giving up your seat to the old man is entirely an obligation, and it's not a necessary responsibility. Not letting it go only shows that you have no morality. I'm not saying this here to encourage people not to give up their seats to the elderly, but there are indeed many people in the society who rely on the old to sell their old, which is very annoying.

I experienced such a thing once. It was when I was in high school, and I didn't know what happened at school. I had a high fever, and my head was very dizzy, and it was quite serious. I kept vomiting, so I didn't even dare to eat breakfast. At that time, I would vomit after drinking a bottle of milk, and I couldn't help vomiting in the classroom during class.

So although I was very nervous in high school, I was really uncomfortable. I asked the teacher for leave and went home. I go home by bus, because my home is not too close to school, so I have to take the bus to the last stop, so I chose a middle seat. I also opened the window a little, just because I was so uncomfortable.

Maybe it was almost noon, and there were many elderly people on the bus. Then an aunt in her fifties got on the bus, her hair was not white, and she looked tough, because I saw that she was still wearing shoes with small low heels! But as soon as she got on the bus, she deliberately stood against my seat, apparently to let me give up my seat.

but I was really uncomfortable at that time, and I was afraid that I would throw up on the bus, so I didn't want to sit down. Who knows that aunt actually said to me, young is good! The whole carriage heard it, which made me very embarrassed. In order not to cause "unnecessary trouble", I gave her a seat.

Who knows that I couldn't help vomiting just after one stop, and I still want to vomit? Anyone who vomited knows that it was really hard to vomit. At that time, all my tears came out, and black tears flowed down my mascara. At that time, the whole carriage looked at me, and the aunt looked at me in disgust and covered her mouth with a handkerchief.

At that time, it seemed that someone was still taking pictures of me. At that moment, I was really chilling, and people's hearts were terrible. It's been such a long time since that incident, but until now I still have a psychological shadow about taking the bus.

So after seeing this incident, I thought of my own personal experience. I hope the public can be sober. Don't directly define it as the fault of the students when you see such an incident and don't know the whole story. I also hope that all the old people can have a charitable heart. Love is mutual.