The man standing on the high bridge was very young. He wanted to accomplish a lot in . this life, but managed to do almost nothing. His beloved girl turned away from him, everyone betrayed him, no one needed him. Everything in his young short life had gone awry, and he did not have the strength to start over. He burned all his bridges behind him. And now, to settle accounts with this worthless life, he only has one step left to take...
Slouched, he stood on the very edge of the abyss that opened up under his feet, and for the last time looked down at the flickering city lights. The young man sighed heavily and leaned forward, when suddenly...
“Good evening,” a cracked old voice suddenly sounded. - Help as much as you can, son!
The young man involuntarily staggered back from the abyss and patted his pockets in confusion. He took out his wallet, took out all the money that he didn’t need now, and handed it to the old man.
“It’s not for me, son,” answered the old man. — Two orphan girls live very close here. They are starving, abandoned and unkempt. Take them the money, help them, son.
He stood on a high bridge, young, confused, a minute ago ready to commit the grave sin of suicide, and did not know what to do.
“Okay,” he agreed, unexpectedly for himself, “give me the address, I’ll take it.” “This money,” he thought, “can be a salvation for poor orphans, and then... then I’ll come back here again.”
And the further the young man went from the bridge, the less determination he had to take his own life. His shoulders straightened, his step became more confident. He suddenly realized that he would not return to this bridge again, because you can always find people who will need you and your help.
Translated from Russian · original on wisdomlib.ru