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How do you criticize people?

 　　The famous footballer Ronaldinho was born in Brazil. His father was an amateur player, and his mother was a football fan. Influenced by his family, Ronaldinho started playing football at a very young age. In middle school, Ronaldinho and his classmates formed a football team and often played during their free time.

　　For a while, Ronaldinho noticed that a classmate named Pedro hadn't been playing, which puzzled him, as Pedro was extremely passionate about football and never missed an opportunity to play. Later, Ronaldinho learned that Pedro had accidentally injured his leg but had no money for treatment and was forced to stay home. Therefore, Ronaldinho gathered the team members, wanting to help Pedro recover and return to the football field.

　　Upon learning of the situation, everyone expressed their willingness to find a way to help Pedro overcome his difficulties. One player scoffed, "What does it matter to us whether he can play or not? It doesn't affect our game anyway, so why bother?" His words enraged the other players, who accused him of being selfish and heartless; some even raised their fists to hit him. Surrounded by the crowd, the player fled.

　　"He went too far! We can't forgive him!"

　　"Yes, we have to kick him out of the team, so he can never play again!"

　　"We should tell all the teachers and students in the school what he did, so everyone will despise him!"... Everyone spoke with righteous indignation, but Ronaldinho stood silently to the side. After everyone calmed down, Ronaldinho said, "He was indeed wrong. But how are we criticizing him?" The others looked at each other, unsure of what he meant. Ronaldinho glanced at everyone and continued, "You say he lacks compassion and kindness, but if we treat him the way you suggest, where is our kindness and compassion? Aren't we treating him the same way he treated Pedro? Then what's the difference between us and him?"

　　Ronaldinho's words left everyone speechless. Later, influenced by everyone, the player realized his mistake and voluntarily joined the effort to help Pedro.

　　Years later, Ronaldinho was appointed a Goodwill Ambassador by the United Nations, and when he established a football school aimed at helping impoverished children, he said, "We should help others to the best of our ability, but we should be tolerant of those who are unwilling to lend a helping hand, and never criticize them in their way."

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