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A witness to kind young minds
From China with love
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Jingyue 'Jorja' Wu is an exchange student from China who attends First Presbyterian Christian Academy.

Many people said that little kids have the most innocent hearts, and everything is different and interesting in their view. Their pure minds sometimes bring a drop of sunshine to our heart, and let us know the simple love in this world.

I went fishing with my host brother’s children who call me "auntie." They told me there is a pond in their neighborhood that has lots of fish. I didn’t believe that at first because my life experience in big cities tells me that it is hard to maintain the environment around a pond.

But, we grabbed poles, nets, bait and gloves from the garage. When we got to the pond, I was surprised by the clear water, green lawn and the houses around it.

Before that day, I had no interest in fishing. This is based on what I have seen. People hang around a lake, and sit there the whole day basically doing "nothing." The process in my previous opinion was long, tedious, and miserable. However, I have completely changed my mind since that afternoon. Fishing is just fun!

My nephews and niece told me that after we catch fish, we should release them because it did not only save fish, but also maintain the balance of this tiny ecosystem. We put the bait on our hooks and tossed them. Just like they said, I had to wait only several seconds, and then the starving fish will be on my pole! "I got a fish! I got a fish," I shouted. After that, I put on gloves, unhooked the fish, and was ready to release it. When I saw that little creature twitching in my hand, I was touched — the creator gives us lives, and all creatures are equal. I tossed "Mr. Fishy" and said goodbye to him.

We kept catching and releasing. However, an unexpected development broke the peace. While unhooking a little fish, it got stuck. The net and hook got twisted in that little fish’s mouth. We took turns trying to unhook it, but everyone failed. Watching the fish getting weaker and weaker from dehydration, my nephews and niece were so worried they almost cried. "Fishy! Fishy! Hold on! We will save you," they yelled. We looked for someone to help, but nobody was out that hot afternoon. We put that fish under water to let him breathe. Finally, my older nephew called his dad, and asked him to come help.

Later, my host brother came with scissors. He cut the net, and unhooked the fish. We tossed the poor creature, and said "Goodbye and good luck" to him. Problem solved. Everyone was so happy about saving it.

Although it has been several weeks, I clearly remember that afternoon — sunshine, laughter and the most beautiful young minds.

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