IT FEELS GOOD HELPING OTHERS

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Once upon a time, in a small village called Mbatseke, there lived a kind-hearted man named Tsegba. He was known throughout the village for his generosity and willingness to help anyone in need. One day, Tsegba was walking through the village when he saw a young boy crying by the side of the road. When he asked the boy what was wrong, the boy told him that he had lost his way and couldn't find his home. Without hesitation, Tsegba took the boy by the hand and started walking with him, asking questions to figure out where he lived. After a few minutes of walking, they finally found the boy's house. The boy's parents were overjoyed to see their son safe and sound, and they thanked Tsegba profusely for his help. Tsegba simply smiled and told them that he was glad to have been able to assist. As Tsegba continued on his way, he noticed that many of the villagers were struggling with various tasks. Some were carrying heavy loads, while others were trying to fix broken items. Without hesitation, Tsegba began to help wherever he could. He carried heavy loads, fixed broken items, and even helped a group of farmers plant their crops. As he worked, Tsegba felt a sense of joy and fulfillment that he had never experienced before. He realized that helping others was not only the right thing to do, but it also made him feel good inside. Over time, Tsegba became known as the go-to person for anyone who needed help in the village. His reputation grew, and people began to seek him out for assistance. As Tsegba continued to help others, he began to notice a change in the village. People started to help each other more often, and the overall mood of the village became more positive. Tsegba realized that his actions had not only helped individuals, but they had also contributed to the well-being of the entire village. He felt proud of what he had accomplished and knew that he would continue to help others for as long as he was able. From that day forward, Tsegba was known as a hero in the village of Mbatseke. His acts of kindness had inspired others to follow in his footsteps, and the village had become a better place as a result.

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