In fact, the problem - not so, and the problem

Tomorrow, back to the road, too, with a tour of all sights along the way. And today, another meeting.

Every time I go to the city I remember at one meeting on the ring road around the Rovno, just before the highway to the Lions. It was a year of 2002 or 2003. I was there meeting with the man from the city ( plus or minus a place in the middle of the road, it was convenient to meet ). At that time I had a very difficult situation in one of the businesses, and sometimes giving up. After meeting with the man I knew how bad it was not always necessary to do something, turn somersaults like that frog in a jar with milk.

When I was waiting for his counterpart, I was approached by a lad about 20 years on crutches, and was very upset when he learned that far to Ternopil. He rode to the Romanian border, which he planned to go underground and get to his cousin in Romania, the address, which he did not even have on hand. At a reasonable remark that he does not understand that risk and nafig he wanted, he replied that he had nothing to lose. After that, told me a story. He was disabled since childhood and his parents (his father a soldier ) since childhood care about him. Two years ago, his parents both died in a car accident, and when he went to the chief of the military part of the pension issue, which he laid, the chief gave him three of the death certificate. But evidence of his parents and one of his own, saying, ... In the hands of the guy was a package of documents, including 4 court that he was not in the world, and that he died with his parents. And that he was going to ask for political asylum hitchhiking, that money he has on the way there. What could I have helped him ( the money with him were few, but they did not claim ), my favorite was from the bed of the machine, blanket and inventories of yogurt. After this meeting, I realized that there was no life in business and the problems that can cause sadness, if a person has gone awry life, but he did not lose heart. Each time it was hard for me, I remember, every time someone complains to me of life, and I invite him to compare his problems and issues that kid. Well, every time I rode exactly to the district, too, to remember. It's a pity I did not know what happened to him.