She has a classmate Alice. On an online lesson, a teacher asked her to answer one question, beginning with the words: Alice, and call me, please.

The girl Alice on the compact activated her virtual sign from Yandex, which immediately boycotted her readiness to the whole class: I listen to you!

One of the boys reacted first: Alice, turn off the computer!

Following the cool chat, Alice flew out real - the voice assistant did her wet job.

My mother worked for a long time as an educator in a kindergarten, then in our rural club some organizer. In general, the personality is quite famous and respected. She goes somewhere along the street past two local alkashi, who decided to rest from the influences in the shade under the fence. Alkashi recognized her and decided to pay her tribute.

The first:

“Hello, my name is Father, you’re a good woman. May God give you 100 years of life!

Mother :

thank you! But this is only a hundred years, I don’t want to live so long.

Second, with an angry voice:

It is said to you, live! It will still be out there!

True democracy is when everyone says what they want. Because it can. And nobody is listening to anyone. Because he has the right.

Many years ago, anthropologist Margaret Mead asked students what they thought was the first sign of civilization. Students expected Mead to talk about fishing hooks, clay pots, or processed stones.

But not. Mead said that the first sign of civilization in ancient culture is a hip bone that was broken and then crushed. Mead explained that if a living creature in the animal kingdom breaks a leg, it dies. With a broken leg, it cannot escape the danger, get to the river to get drunk or hunt for food. It becomes a prey for predators, as the bone grows quite long.

The hip bone that was broken and then shaken is proof that someone spent time staying with the person who received the injury, bound the wounds, moved the person to a safe place and guarded him until he recovered. Helping another person during a difficult period is the act with which civilization begins,” Mead said.

Dear parents! Please send money to repair the online school by the end of the week!

At the age of 19, I was homeless. A few weeks later, on the street, a man came to me one evening, dressed as a priest. At that moment I could not understand if he was really a priest or just wanted to deceive me.



I told him I didn’t want to talk about God. His subsequent words shocked me. He said, “I have not come to talk about God, but to make sure you are safe.”



We talked until dark, and then he offered me a bed. He seemed sincere to me, so I removed all foreign thoughts.



He took me to the suburbs and asked me to wait in the car, because he had to talk to someone. A few minutes later he came back with another man who offered me to sleep in his garage. Inside I was screaming, “It’s a bad idea,” but there was nothing to do, I agreed.



The garage looked quite standard, there was a store, tools, etc., but in the corner still stood a box and a blanket rolled. You could enter the house through the inner garage door, but I was told to close it for the night. He apologized, said the children at home, he didn’t want to risk.

The priest asked permission to come in the morning to talk to me. Then I went into the house with the man.



I did not sleep all night because of fear, although I had no reason to fear them, both men treated me well. But when you come out on the street, you begin to realize that you can’t trust anyone.



Something amazing happened this morning. The man knocked on the door of his garage and asked if he could enter. It sounds ordinary, but when you live entirely in sight, this behavior makes you feel human again, understand that someone respects you so much that asks for permission to enter your own home.



I stayed with him for seven nights and talked to the priest every day. They somehow managed to break through my subsidy apartment (even less than a studio), find me a job and set up my life.

It’s been over 20 years and I feel indebted to them.



I still send card cards to a man who lived in the garage for Christmas and even went to Thanksgiving for two consecutive years. Unfortunately, the priest died a couple of years ago, but if there is a paradise, he definitely got there.



I’ve been waiting for a slide all the time. I am glad that it all ended well.