I apologize in advance, this is not a fun story.
But I want to tell her - it hurts a lot of negativity in the life of the site, these good ones, those bad ones, those generous ones, but those who don't know how to cook, but these people love to eat and drink and don't wipe their ass.
This is the story of people who generously and powerfully came to help me.
Having buried my wife, I was forced to immediately return to work - the money and credit cards ended, the two deposits under the house ended, in short - everything.
In front of me was bankruptcy and loss of home, starting to work I could expect money not earlier than in a month.
Apathy and a feeling of loss did not contribute to the struggle, I did not want to fight - I did not want anything, honestly.
Then something happened that I did not expect—help came.
I have helped all my life, never asked for help.
To be honest, I was shocked.
The three-born brother called with sympathy and asked for the address.
I sent a large check - I am an officer, I call him, I say I can't accept, I'm sorry, take in debt, you'll return when you can...
Strong support from relatives was replaced by the support of colleagues, let the hat around the circle and poured thousands there.
But then, the nurses put their hats around the circle with the sanitaries, the people are exactly not wealthy - they brought me such help - just huge.
I was overwhelmed by such – unexpectedly – problems moved from place, my cousin sat down for the phone and destroyed everything in a day.
And all this with additions and a loving mother - with the help of my friend, they shattered all the most urgent affairs and wrapped up a very decent plow, with a watermelon.
And I was suffocating... there was hope. Afterwards, he confessed to me, how bad my deeds were, how much effort it cost me to keep me floating.
They were replaced by neighbors - to the right and to the left, wives came to see me, went into the refrigerator, threw everything old and filled with food.
The men repaired the falling fence, drank and ate the ordered pizza. But for a long time my neighbor was preparing lunch and left me to eat at the window of my kitchen.
Years passed, I returned them all with their kindness, with the volume of my grateful soul.
You ask – where did it happen?
What are the extraordinary people?
No, the most ordinary people... And what’s the difference—where did it happen?
I know it could happen everywhere, kindness and mercy are planetary.
Maybe it’s time to apologize for my confession and say goodbye, wishing everyone good health and happiness.