There is such a guy...
Everyone from small to large calls him Glory. For fifteen years, he worked as a bus driver on the route from our village to the city. On the way of the bus, four villages, the glory is known to all. Glory to the broad soul of man. Over the years, he has fulfilled hundreds of requests: to deliver a package to a student in the city, to track the child if he goes to visit his grandmother alone, to pay a loan in the city, to buy medicine, etc. He is fun and companion. and modest.

We met with Glory many years ago. At that time, Sania and I (my husband, disabled in the first group) did not have a car and we just came from the hospital. It was necessary to continue treatment, and for this it was necessary to go to the city several times a week. With the money then was tight, renting a taxi was unreally expensive. Sanya virtually didn’t walk, could not get to the bus stop (and that’s about a kilometer). Glory took us near the house, and in the city, pulling out passengers made a hook to take us to the hospital and helped bring Sanya to the department. and. I did not take money for it. By twelve we were released, he took us and went on a daily flight back to the village. I think if the owner of the bus knew about it, he would have had trouble. Today I went for spare parts to the city (our car started to break frequently) on the bus with Slavia. We talked, I reminded him how he was driving us with Sania, and he didn’t remember. This was another good thing for him. It just helped and forgot. I respect such people, thank you!