I was 15. You can go to the river with friends or to the cinema or elsewhere, but I decided firmly that it was time for me to make money on my houses. I am at home the oldest after my dad, of men... I generally told my parents, and I started to think where and who I needed such a responsible. But the solution came by itself: our neighbor, with whom we communicate well, learned from my mother that I was looking for a job. And a miracle! He urgently needed a promoter. The word is what, as soon as he said it to me and even promised 100r/hour, I agreed. And I started working: I distributed advertising leaflets for 5 hours a day without a break. Summer, the heat was walking in the usual shale, and the legs at the end of the day, but it was worth it) 500p a day! This is a whole fortune!! One day, a man approaches me and says:

Will I pay you $150 per hour?

And let it! What to do that?

- Also leaflets, only glue them at the entrances

Let me think!

First a trial period. You will have a week to disclose, photograph, report and, of course, free!

Faith in people has been lost. He saw that I was 15, and decided to throw the boy on the grandmother. But I wasn’t down, so I sent him on a long walk. He saved my faith in the people of the neighbor, because he did not need any promoter. I just found out this year, by chance. Why him this? He said he just wanted to help me, others could give up. I did not regret the 15,000 that I paid for my honest work. I got something more than just money, I understood the value of that money and again believed in People.

Thank you Uncle Serena.