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However, in this article, I will not offer you dry but useful analytics, trader jokes, or anything else interesting, but I will tell you a story from my distant past when I was young and thought that the best was yet to come, but with reference to today.
This happened in the distant 90s, when after the collapse of the Soviet Union, life was not easy for people in the post-Soviet space: trade links between enterprises were disrupted, everything 'old' was being replaced by 'new', and barter relationships appeared in mutual settlements...
On one of the ordinary days, while on shift duty, I accidentally picked up the regional newspaper 'Latest* News'. Glancing through the headlines of various articles, one with an unusual title 'The Tram Wept on the Ride**' immediately caught my attention. It said approximately the following.
One summer evening, when people were returning home or going to their children, a boy about 10 years old entered the half-empty tram, and since it was very difficult to live at that time and most people lacked money, it was common for people to 'ask' in public transport, and everyone thought that the child would also start to 'ask' and mentally prepared for this.
Time passed, silence stood, the boy was silent and only the sound of the tram wheels and street noises could be heard. One by one, everyone began to look at the boy, scrutinizing his appearance, at how modestly he stood by the central door. And most importantly - it was his eyes, expressing the deep, unchildlike sadness of an adult, which was not characteristic of such an age. Seeing this, people themselves began to offer him money, each as much as they could... After all that was seen and heard, tears appeared in the eyes of all the passengers. Everyone secretly wiped them away. What can one say? For some time, while the tram was moving, all the passengers quietly cried, regretting the hardships of life, the unfulfilled dreams, and the swiftly flying time, about the cessation of salary payments, about problems with their son or daughter...
I read this article several times, and the display of my emotions did not take long to manifest. Later, I made sure that all the workers in my team read the newspaper, and I was sure that this article about the boy from the tram left no one indifferent.
Echoes from the past resonate even in our days. Remembering this story, I urge you to be tolerant and generous to each other, to share knowledge and give gifts. Let's create a community of interesting and literate people!
I appeal to you with a request to spread this article on your social networks and share in the comments whether you had similar cases of generosity and attention in your life.
I sincerely ask not to write negative comments. I will even say more that the first 5 readers who write the words Red Packet in the comments will soon receive a gift from me.
Note: * - the name of a regional city (changed);
** - the name of a regional city (changed).
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