Help the weak on the street.
We walked somehow with a friend in a winter evening - two such elevated individuals aged 16. We can see: on the sidewalk a 7-year-old boy with saucers, and next to him on the sidewalk the face down the grandmother lies. It was bad for an elderly man! We raise it up, and the old lady, it turns out, was twisted and rolled on a broken bottle. brought home. The boy turned out to be more proficient: seeing that the grandmother was in reliable hands, went to the entrance, entered the code (good that the girlfriend remembered) and joyfully ran home. My grandmother missed that moment. And, fucking, it was so terrible to lead her down the street and scream: “Suki, you stole my child!”