As I help my grandmother. Essay on the topic "How I helped master digital technology grandparents"

It is the opinion that people in the modern world stopped helping each other and take care of each other. We are suspicious to strangers, and often with obvious distrust. Just all this. It seems that 100 years ago everything forgot everything: to make the world of kind - you need to start doing good yourself. And yesterday I woke up with a bright feeling: I urgently need to do some kind thing! I decided to put an experiment. He went to the market and began to offer grandmothers to convey their heavy bags to the house.

At my first, my light gust caused a hysterical laughter.

In total, in the central market, I tried to relieve life somewhere with 30 granks:

Let's help! Why will you dare?!

I watched me as an idiot, then as a criminal, who only strives, to hide with someone else's property in the gateway. "Help! Robby! " - Well though no one shouted. Just looked at the piercing look:

Go you, boyfriend ...

They say the old women who survived the Soviet times and the era of Boris Nikolayevich can be squeezed everything. Hold their lives. To bring to the house of the bags of 10 kilograms weighing - this is not a test! One of the grandmothers in the painted scarf refused to take help, and at the same time barely moving his legs. She began to be baptized: - I keep you the Lord, Timurovets! Happiness and health of your family! But I myself ...

"I myself", "I myself", "I myself" - I just heard in response already on another market - Leninsky. Right as in the popular current show of the 90s about the difficult female fate. And some even explained everything to me:

Granddaughters, I'll sit on the tram now, and at the bus stop my grandfather will meet me. Do not worry! "The grandmother stopped, put the bags on the ground and moved himself ... sellers in the market asked my video operator's colleague than we actually deal with here.

Well, we help ... We want to convey the bags to the house, "said our Vanya. - Nobody trusts ...

I stood back to them a little leoble.

So I would not entrust him with a bag! - waved the hope of hand in my direction: - Alkausha!

Interesting us people, right? But it was impossible to surrender. I decided to translate anyone across the road. And I see, standing in front of the Zebra of God's dandelion. Surely looks around. The flow of cars near the railway station scares the old woman. But here fail! Just took her at hand - I ran away! Lucky with a grandfather appeared because of the Gazelle. SUTUAL PENSIONER SENTAL, based on the cane.

Hold on! - I ran up to him and extended my hand.

Thank you ... - Elderly Omich sleeped.

In general, with good deeds somehow it was tugged. "Will I help me?" - I thought. And I composed legend. Like, on the phone the money is over, and very urgently need to call. We chose for this part of the experiment one of the most tightly destroyed people in the city - at the "Blue Spark" store. Friends, it turns out that the existence of Mobile Many people do not guess at all! Man 15 told me that they have no cell phones. Neither solidly dressed men published from Mercedes or the company of girls. Then I decided to get a man in my hands with a mobile phone:

I didn't think at all about old age, my and someone else until today. Until the very moment, as, on a non-slip speed, overcoming the distance between the subway "Senya" and the sporometer on Moscow, heard piercing:
- Help! Bring me!
Slip speed, I turned around. Behind me stood a grandmother with a wand and a bag, head covered with a handkerchief, instead of the swarkie - some kind of big sweatshirt. Ordinary grandmother.
I went to her.
- Let me help you!
Grandmother turned out to be very small. Muchle below my shoulder.
- You can't take my bag?
I took her pack. Package is good - there was a kilogram three, and four. I would not suffer such.
Grandma explained that she needs to reach the fountain. I promised to bring it, and we ... went.
Oh oh. How slowly we went. I took her at hand. She relied not strongly, but I felt: without my support, she would really do not even come across.
- Hello, my grandmother! - The young man of southerly outdoor put something my grandmother in his pocket and left.
- You know him? - I ask.
- No, I do not know anyone. What is he, "my grandmother", as if we are familiar! - My ward was quietly conceded.
- He put you something in his pocket! Look! - I say (I really did not see what's there).
The grandmother swept his pocket.
- Yes, a penny.
Here, I think, ok. Cool guy. Would he lead "his grandmother" at hand if I didn't get her before? After all, if he put money in his pocket, it means that I did not have anything to do with her. That is, I keep her arm at hand, but we are strangers. And he was not ashamed.
And we walked on. Grandma moved by tiny chambers. So that I sometimes had to stop while she crossed twice. Each small deepening in the road laying is slowing down speed.
Grandma Kryakhtel, she was very hard, and I did not know what to say. She had some kind of harsh face. How old is she? For 80 exactly.
In general, it was not about what, and I began to think. At first I wanted to understand: what am I still experiencing? Yes, I could have long pushed in the Sportmaster, choose myself a warm jacket, and I go under the small rain with a grandmother unknown to me and a tall of her heavy package. On the other hand: And if not me? Someone would stop?
I thought about what could not be on the hay. I drove here in Petrogradka, intending to return to Nevsky. And if it were also a sportsmaster through the TC, and not through the Movskovsky Avenue? What is this: test of my nerves or my volunteer fitness?
For happiness, I was in no hurry. 15 minutes We walked to the fountain, the grandmother was worried everything: "And this is a fountain? And we must go the road." And then it turned out that she needed a house 87. I twisted: we are at home 109.
"Good," I say, "I will bring you."
- Drive? Oh, give you a health god!.
And we went. The speed of movement decreased, the grandmother is clearly tired.
- There is a bench, if you are tired, we can sit down!
Grandma almost blocked, we went further.
We go. Sticky rain. And I think everything. I sincerely help? It seems yes. I really squeezed the heart from this "help." Because my thoughts went somewhere in the statistics - and how many such lone grandmothers are in general? Who helps them? How do they go around the city?
And it's good that a cute grandmother clearly remembered where she needs, otherwise I would, maybe I escaped from her ... There were even thoughts to call familiar volunteers.
On the fountain of the Fontanka long houses. 109, still 109 ... 107 .... 103 ... grandma slows down, rain is enhanced. A stupid package pulls his hand, I wanted to escape scary. Here is 99 house. And here...,
- Katya! - Two women of retirement age fled to my grandmother. Ignoring me, spoke to her. - Why are you alone! Ah, oh! ...
Smiling, I said something like "Here, we met in Moscow, I helped ..."
- Where is her things? - Sureovo looked at me alone stranger. I gave a package.
- Thank you, thank you! - Customed the second. - We are next.
Well, OK. I turned out already 70 degrees, and here:
- Girl! Can I leave a brochure about the Bible?
Well, e-mine. That's what she should not speak at all. I refused and escaped, finally, in Spotmaster.
So what happened? Half an hour of rainy Thursday, I spent to bring my grandmother's essential to her sewaged girlfriends. Half an hour! I overcame this distance of minutes for 5. Instead of gratitude, I almost looked for another torment about how the Bible is brilliant, and I can't stand it.
I had to feel morally satisfaction: I did a good deed! But there was no satisfaction. But there was no anger. Probably such a trifle act of help should be quite ordinary. Let we not at all every day help the elderly, still need to understand that we ... how to say ... should help. Otherwise, no one will ever help us.

ZY I did not invent anything. A rocky meeting with an unknown grandmother occurred today, 11.11.2010 at 10-30 am Moscow time. And ... I did not understand what I felt, committing my "feat."

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MBOU "Gymnasium №1"

The subject of the essay is:

"How I helped learn digital technologies

grandma or Grandfather. "

Director of the Gymnasium: Safiullina L. M.

Address of educational institution:

The work performed (a) the student (CAC) 8B CL.

Osipova V.V., residing at:

Checked: Prokopyeva L.A. (Teacher Rus.

Yaz. and lit-ry).

Elabuga 2014.

How I helped learn digital technology grandparents.

Nowadays, the world is full of digital technologies such as mobile phones, tablets, e-books, laptops, computers ... Latest, probably most common and widely used in life. And this very one of the latest technologies wanted to master my grandmother.

Well, let's start from the very beginning. The fact is that grandmother often writes letters to their childhood girlfriends. But they often do not reach, delayed on the road, and it creates a lot of problems. Therefore, on the advice of a friend, I decided to teach the grandmother with a computer, and then offered to do it and her friends.

And here we are with my grandmother, they started the point from the simplest. I taught it how to turn on the computer: Check whether all the conductors are connected to the outlet, find the largest processor button, press it and wait until the blue screen appears. After we decided to create her mailbox to her. We needed to connect the Internet. For this, I found a label from the Internet, showed a grandmother how to use the mouse (with two halves of a computer mouse, she quickly understood), and by connecting our Internet, we entered the search engine link from the mailbox site. Further by clicking on "Register", I helped the grandmother to fill out a questionnaire, which treated the information of human personal data. After it introduced its already invented, login and password.

Then the most difficult part of our work began. Since the grandmother has worked a little to do with the keyboard, it was necessary to train it a lot for the speed and dexterity of her fingers. To do this, we used a standard "notebook". I gave her ready-made texts, and she printed them on the computer. Only after all the proceeded, we began to use the "Mail". But before that, with the help of a special search engine, we found already registered familiar grandmothers. "Suggested" to them "friendship", and began to write messages.

All this is so fascinated by the grandmother that now it is very successful with the help of a computer. On the desktop, she created a folder called "Home Kitchen Recipes". To do this, she, as herself explained after, pressed on the right side of the mouse, chose the "Create" tab, after the folder, and then entered the name of this folder. Then, she began to keep her favorite recipes there, also took them from the Internet from various sites. And everything has been learned to all this for very short terms.

Now the grandmother has already mastered the computer well. This manifests itself in its ability to use the Internet sites, in creating labels, folders and files. She is also good, although not very quickly and not yet clearly, works on the keyboard. It pleases, since any small activity on digital technology can then lead to some kind of higher altitudes as a result of this activity. That is, based on a simple goal, you can put the highest.