I was on Corso in my town...no, not mine, hometown, it's more psychologically said...I
walk around and meet a retired doctor. He was part of a cultural association, like me,
that's where we knew each other. We talked a little, until we were brutally interrupted by
an individual about 30 years old, who began to slender him, reproaching he was against
a certain project. I understood it was another association where that doctor was
involved...Eventually, that stupid disappeared and I asked:
- Why didn't you fight back? You just let him yell around here...
- For two reasons, he answered quietly. First, I have my vote, it's a simpler way to
oppose. Two:for 30 years I struggled with a disease (it's not important which it was),
because of it 15-20 children per year died in our town. With great efforts (during
communism), I managed to get some funds, clean up miserable places in the city, and
buy quality medical equipment (which was truly exceptional because you only got what
was made in our country). I did educational programs, talked to people, to be careful...
after all I managed, for 20 years no illness of that kind had been reported.
His eyes were shining, in traces of tears.
- When I think that maybe this individual is alive because of me, I can not get upset. I
look around at people and am always happy that I could do something for them...nothing
can make me sad.
The social man is this doctor, for example. He did not live for himself first, but for the
others. You did not understand from my short story how many difficulties he
encountered, he basically sacrificed his personal life and got so many blows given by
ignorance, indifference, stupidity, envy and more. Some know what I'm talking
about...all those who sacrificed their life...a life for an idea. This social-man is not
completely broken by the material reality, he does not dress like a hermit with his long
beard...he may have the pleasure of comfort and a safe accumulation, but he does it “in
his spare time” for that his main activity is helping others.
Da Vinci:
- How much I could have done for people if I had not been busy winning my own bread.
He would have given up with pleasure his material life to work for everyone's progress.
The musician George Enescu had in his room a simple bed, a table, a chair, the strictly
necessary, in general. He wanted our nation to rise through culture, he was not interested
in anything else. Thousands of people, around the world, almost all those who have led