Today, many copies have been broken about the fact that teaching in school leads to the abandonment of children, and nothing of them will work out in the future. And I do not think so, and I will tell you the most interesting example from life, which fully shows the faithfulness of the sentence of the biblical postulate. Ecclesiastes, chapter 9, verse 11. “And I turned, and saw under the sun that not the proficient gets a successful run, not the brave a victory, not the wise a bread, and not the wise a wealth, and not the skilled a disposition, but a time and an opportunity for all of them.”
I graduated from school in the late 1970s, in the province. In our class was a boy Sasha. He was not engaged in sports (never), was not registered in the police, and was no, mouse grey. He was a unique student, and his uniqueness was that he was absolutely stupid. That is absolutely!
He fell into a stupor if he was asked to solve the simplest example – X+10=20, made a few mistakes in two words – a mercury ribbon, for example. In all disciplines, the absolute zero. Why did he not leave for the second year, the story is silent about it. And to complete his portrait completely, I will give three answers to his lessons: 1. English, short explanation – What I eat for breakfast. Sasha wrote: J kushay kolbasu. The teacher was almost stunned by the homeric laughter, and most likely, she wrote up then. 2 ) The lesson of history is the struggle against colonialism. Sasha's answer: "There were crowds of people walking in the streets with banners on which it was written - let the Indians be freed." The historian, a tough, unsmiling lady, roasted like a horse, grabbing the air with her mouth open, like a fish on the shore. 3 ) of geography. The question is who opened the way to India. Sasha replied, “They sailed, they sailed, and they sailed. The brothers were Vasca, da Gama. The teacher’s reaction is the same as in the previous examples.
Why am I all this? And to the fact that our Sasha now, or more precisely, since the middle of the 90s, lives in Moscow, rides to his office in the steepest car, accompanied by the guard on two cars. I’ve seen it several times on the screen of the central channels. He lives in two countries - the Russian Federation and Spain, where he has a small home, a company with three hundred jobs. How is it, you ask? It is very banal – time and cases. All Sasha could do after graduating from school was squeeze and strangle. After serving in the army, he remained in Moscow, settled on a wooden plumbing plant as a carpenter, where in good faith and honesty, for more than 10 years, he stole, did not steal, did not bore, and would still bore tombs and gates, but turned to chance, at the same time. One day, security guards came to the plant, searched, turned everything around, and found - the owner in the car had a trunk. Sasha was understood. And here, in the presence of the understood and the entire working brigade, Sasha said that it was he who laid the trunk, which he found on the street, and so that it would not be stolen in the dressing room, and not used for bad purposes, until the end of the shift decided to hide it where no one would look for it, and after work he was going to hand it over to the police. As a result - the court, two years conditionally (the owner paid well, and Sasha was not closed). A month later, Sasha became a brigadier, an assistant in all affairs, he trusted everything - receiving materials and paying for them, issuing finished products with receipt of money, keys from the owner's apartment, where he brought products from the market, etc. He had unconditional trust in everything. Two years passed. Apartment, car, good salary, confidence, stability – the first Sashina dividends. And in the early 2000s we played a wedding, with the daughter of the hostess. A normal girl, modest to “I can’t”, behind the shoulders of an economic university. Father by age went to rest, nurses grandchildren - their four, and ALL the boys. The daughter and son-in-law did an economic miracle, at least 100 times increased the father's capital.
They are friendly and apparently happy.
How do I know the details? We met him in 2015 in the Spanish town of Salou, near Tarragona. And he cried out to me, and I could not understand for a long time how it came together—Sasha and Spain. He took me and my family out of the hotel and I lived as a Sheikh for six days. When Sasha talked about his life path, I asked about the most incomprehensible, unthinkable deed, why he said it was his trunk. Here is his answer: "To live nowhere, work nowhere to find, the master will be planted and then in a loop. It’s better to go to jail if they feed.”
P.S In Spanish and English, Sasha speaks as a doctor in Latin.
And about his school stupidity. He grew up without a father, brother and sister in the family.
He is the third child. And as he said, "The teachers were stunned, none of them ever showed participation, did not help to understand the subject. But in any discipline, if you don’t understand something, the following material also becomes incomprehensible. So I went into stupidity. And you, classmates, the fools were, the others.”
So it happens.