The closer the job, the more often you are late. I usually leave the subway, jump through the transition to the red, along with the crowd, the road is not popular, there are few cars. And in the office. This time something completely delayed, I am late with a little bit, the phone is red from the boss’s whisper. I jump out of the door of the subway, jump in the crowd to the road and here I notice among the crowd a man standing at the crossing and holding a boy aged 7-8, by the hand. Waiting for the green light. Around the brown movement of people, there - back, and they are standing, like those topoles, in the middle of chaos and waiting. Whether I was ashamed, or remembered that I also have a young daughter and in order to help my dad in the example, stood up with them next to them, with tears in my eyes watching as on the timetable of the light, slowly jumping figures 60, 59, 58 like rubber. I stand and cry. I hear a conversation between the Pope (P) and the child (R):
Father, why do people switch to red?
Q: Well, all of them may rush to urgent affairs, who to fire, who to the hospital
Q: Why don’t we go to school late?
P: My son, it is different. We are the fault of being late and getting up early. The transition and the rules are not to blame.
R: I don’t think they’re all in a hurry.
Q: How to explain. Remember we assembled the excavator from the designer "Young Technician"? When the large and beautiful excavator was almost assembled, we saw that we couldn’t get the coffin, because the trays were faulty and didn’t fit. Do you remember? I then took the missing parts to work and repaired.
R: Yes I remember it.
Q: So, when I cut them down, drilled new holes and sliced them off, they went perfectly and your excavator was done. As in life. Now we are standing and showing an example to someone. Sooner or later someone will stop, then another, third, and so on. Sooner or later, we will repair all the details and the transition to green light as your excavator will be set up.
At that moment the green burned and they went on. I was shy then, and now I want to say: Man, fucking, it works! I am the first repaired.