I remember in the 11th grade we collected toys for the children's home. Our class had a preliminary conversation about the importance of action, about how poor children live alone without mom and dad, how they play with nothing, and we are so adults and noble and even let go of tears.

We collected the best we had at home. And I gave my helicopter on the radio control, it did not fly, but was driving, turning, making sounds and landing the landing from the places provided for this. We broke up with my uncle (mother's brother) can be said from the heart, but the children need more.

After taking classes in the first shift, everyone went home, and I returned to the algebra/geometry tutor and what I see in a couple of hours. A five-year-old grandson of my classroom is walking in the corridor with my helicopter, and there are a couple of better toys in the office. When asked, “Where do you get these toys?” the grandmother gave them. The face of the classroom bleached, rumbled something "why this normal toys from the children's home?" and all. Of course, children did not have toys.

This is the teaching nobility.