CPA – 100%

Through the Field, Through Gaia
“Help the boy...”
(Platon of Voronezh)

I really like to help people. Especially unfamiliar and especially when it is worth nothing to me. Per it is my innate engineering drive to high CPC, or it can be just buying the Kholyat nature. difficult to say.

One day I approached the pedestrian crossing, the green was already dominating and I decided to wait for the next, at this moment on my side of the sidewalk hardly had time to cross a little old lady with a stick. I still thought it was moving at the speed of a shadow from a tree, but look, it was. Then I looked up and realized that the niqab she didn’t have time – it was just a failed attempt to move on the other side.

After 60 seconds, a new green burned, a crowd of pedestrians rushed to the way, and the old lady rushed, but only in her plans. She slowly descended from the slippery sidewalk to an even more slippery zebra and began touching it with a stick to study the white strip friction rate in advance.
I immediately picked up the old lady under her elbow and said:

“Sudaryana, don’t worry and rely entirely on me.
“Well, you go alone, with me you won’t get to the end of the green.
If we don’t succeed, this is the fate, we will die together. I, as an honest man, will not abandon you, but will be with you until the end, in sorrow and joy, until the transition separates us.

Of course, we didn’t have time, but nobody killed us. Killing two is already a serious time, and a cap for replacement. We hardly even wandered.

On the other side of the road I worshiped the old lady and said:

Goodbye, I was well with you. Don’t miss the misery and be happy with others.

I hope her mood has improved a little. At least the road has finally crossed.

The next day, I saw an old man from the post office pulling a cart after him and every three steps he stopped and breathed his fisted fists. Of course, that’s not my business, but I didn’t resist and asked:

How are you without gloves on such a cold?

Just asked, out of empty sympathy, I could not help anyway.
Grandfather cried out and replied that it was only at the bottom, in the entrance, that he realized that he had forgotten his gloves, well, not to go up after them back to the third floor. There are minus eight in the street. My fingers don’t shake at all. X-Y-Y-Y

I compassionately shrugged my shoulders, wanted to go further, but suddenly I remembered: Why can’t I help anything? I could very well and took out of my pocket the construction gloves in which, three days ago, I cleaned the car from the snow, and so went into the jacket. I stretched a piece of cotton to my grandfather, he was long neglected, did not want to take it until I explained that the price is three rubles a dozen, and even new.
Still, I took it, immediately dressed it and asked, “Let me give you money for them?”
I traded like a god and negotiated that for my gloves, he pledged to remember me with a kind word. Tom was cut off.
Then my grandfather drove his package without stopping, I specifically stood, watched.

And on Friday morning I got out of the elevator with a bunch of bags and a car brush with my arm. Our concierge Paul saw me, stood out of his window, showed me a sealed bottle of cognac and sadly said:

Oh, I need you! Come and drink, there’s a reason. Today is my sister’s birthday, anniversary. Seventy years, I understand. Years go by, 70 years, I don’t even believe it. She lives in Leningrad. I have never been in Leningrad in my life. Everyone was just gathering to her. My sister called, she called, what’s the difference?
To go there, money is needed, and the forces are no longer the same, especially with my hernia on the stations to wheel. Let’s drink for her health. The date is serious, I understand.

I felt as if I had been hit with a bag, as far as the whiskers were stuck and from surprise the brush fell with a thunderstorm.
Such fortunes, when the CPA of help strives to be a hundred percent, can only happen to good people like me.

I said:

Stop, stop and stop! Pasha, don’t open the bottle, put on a jacket, a hat, take the charge from your phone, close your booth and go out. I don’t need anything else, I have sandwiches and thermos.

Eight hours and seven hundred and forty kilometers later, we were already entering the house of my sister on Vasilyevsky Island.
I gave Paul clear instructions that tomorrow at 18:00 I would take him from the entrance.

So it happened that I needed to come to Peter for a day, because just that day my institutional friend was released from SIZO, let go slightly, business was pushed off, but let go. But this is another story.

On Saturday night, Paul and I were rushing home on the snow-picked M-11 road and every hour, Paul was telling the same story, only with new details:

-...Take it off, there are four calls on the floor and even the numbers are deleted on them, I accidentally, I understood, I press, well, it wasn't. It turned out, from the first time, I stumbled into the seventh apartment. Love such, he understood, asks: - who is there?, and the dressed, there and the guests laugh at her something, throw. He opens the door, I understand. Oh! Shit brother! You! → I say, of course I, and who else? Did you think I would not come to you on this date? I understood? She is in tears, shake. Come in, you are the best gift for me, come here and go here.

I listened to this story six times, but did not interrupt it. A happy man is cut off.

Only in the MKAD-e Paul cut off and grabbed...

P.S

All with the coming New Year!
And let all your problems be solved before we meet you.