I was not born with a golden spoon in his mouth. I gave no one a birthday or an apartment keys to the car. And when I grew up and were attempts by relatives to make such gifts, for some reason I was ignored and relatives, and the possibility to take these gifts. Fool probably.
I can not say something to me in life was easy. But if you think about it, I just enjoy doing what. And this is like another, so, on whose solution depended on something. From childhood I wanted to command. Even nominally, but the command, control, and something something to solve. This is not a child turns me on. In the courtyard is nifiga did not, they had their own leaders, but in school all went well. And as the school teachers are among those who pulled himself out and torn to do something? .
Usually these children are not very good classmates, but I'm good at playing football defender or goalkeeper, missed a chance to play cards or knives. I never avoided the team, never tried to show that I'm better than them. We got along. And they, my classmates were just at hand, that they ' managed ' his own man. I just liked what I was doing.
In the university had a similar history. Most of the students - passive lazy. I also PEYRELEAU something to organize, produce, invent. How much of it was conceived and implemented! . Even now, I would not hold zassal two- three seiches in the 500-700 people.
And what a bonus receive a public student? . If the first semester, I was plowing, as the devil in the galleys, to make up for poor teaching of basic physics and higher mathematics, then later I had enough to show his ability to work with the object to obtain a good estimate. Delivery is gosov turned and did the discussion of my future, not the questions on the subject. However, I just did what I liked. Absolutely no stress.
Here's the working world met me without much joy about my appearance. After five years of a student of euphoria when I was sverhvostrebovan and received a bonus, I was suddenly in a totally hostile environment, full of hurt on the government and the country people. Oh, how everything is bad, they sighed and remembered the Soviet past. But at least they were paid. And I, though got a job, it did not get worked for a promise to pay the salary of three months.
I just began to work more. Nothing so strongly awakened enthusiasm for working as a real hunger. I do not know how. I got out of high school and realized that I did not have any profession. I badly programmed and only nobody wants pascal. I knew nothing about the managerial work. I never needed their own, quite frankly, naive management skills. I had to learn everything from scratch. Fucking those were times!.
The word ' plow ' came much later. I was digging his nose in the ground search of the required information. I tried, tyril, reworked by myself, again tried to. I learned to make cards and paint in a Word. This may sound funny, but the location of many native plant I deserve any garbage like layout of cards. Do more, do better and people will be pulled. I've done in advance, just did, did as requested and no requests. I had to train, I was wondering is. Then it became uninteresting and I began to do by force, but it just so happens that the main bonus of this work, I had already received. Made a deal, take it off the shelf cake!.
When you do something you do, can not be formed around a number of people who know about your skills. Over time, they begin to turn to you. And why do they want, if you still is doing nothing. To be honest, I almost always have a reason why you should not withhold even seemingly silly requests. And even if busy as hell. Just in time learn to distinguish between useless people from those on which anything depends or will depend. As if this sounds cynical, but people who can do something as opposed to those who only perform, attracted to each other and constantly changing some services. You just have to know how to correctly hinted that the time will come when you ask.
But anyway, I just kept doing what I like. I wrote a database. I found some clients. And they have recommended me to other clients. I learned to listen. It's fucking do when you get information from someone who has achieved something, and can share their experiences. Many people ignore this possibility, calling such people senile old, and in some ways they are right. Right in that they fail to pull of the little useful information, both losing and patronage or recommendation of these people. I confess that I got a real patronage only on a few, but the knowledge of all nahlebalsya.
Knowledge and experience is what distinguishes one person from another. Many people think that everything is decided by the money and capital. However, pick them and what's left? . This generator and power, and money, health, and even in some sense, the mental is certainly.
I never wanted to create a connection, they were formed against my will. I just acted on the principle of ' do more than the ordered ' and ' Come on, if you can '. For some reason, if you do good to someone, then he begins to tire of this and tries to recover as quickly as possible your moral duty. And if you do something that is difficult to measure in services, it is the key to long-term mutually binding relationship.
I helped doctors and nurses to issue certification to work. I was not broke, but instead they tried to advise me or help their medical knowledge. I myself was only a massage course and got some good advice for an ulcer, but my relatives have always had access to a good gynecologist, and a couple of times managed to save a life. Were it not for me I have such a relationship, then the people who asked me for help, would go to a regular hospital, in turn, when the score was already at the moment. I rarely talk about the case, but it's nice to remember that it was not in vain. Did I personally benefit? . I was proud of myself and I also received a bonus of trust in these people, which is not over yet.
Later I made a website where people learn. Small task to make a point of meeting. But since there were many families, many couples, just a lot of friends who meet each other until now, when it is already the site is still under clinical death. I do not know what made these people feel a certain reverence for me, but he was. And a few of my requests have always met understanding. I've never puts a knife to my throat: no and no. But I do not remember the case, that someone turned me down, just because I did not want to. Although, I think, the ability to ask someone who does not fail, too, did not appear suddenly, and became almost a professional. It's hard to call these friendly relations, but rather a mutual moral obligation, but sometimes stronger than any such obligations of friendship, if only because that one was sudden, but the debts have to be returned without reminders. I still have to borrow money, often without giving entries marked with 'self, remember, that I must '. Recklessly? . But I trust. And I rarely cheat.
My comfort zone trailed more than one day. It is made of thousands of hours of useless at first glance, the work of hundreds and it is not clear why ( outsiders ) do me a favor. To be honest, I do not understand why I did it then. Likely, only to trade their knowledge is much more fun and more profitable. But it is so. I do not know. it is so inhuman. It's like to be a commodity on the shelf. Over time you rearrange a shelf closer to the buyer, the price tag outweigh, but you've been and remains the only product. And as soon as the shelf life expires, you get discounted goods on the shelf and you can now just to revel in the idea that there is no need. And in fact never needed. Were required only your knowledge and skills. But no man who wore them.
Interpersonal relations - this is to get married, just not to wear rings. What is needed, not needed, but duty must be obeyed. Well, if the money accumulated in a comfortable old age, and if not? .
I guess you can live without all these years grows relationships and mutual obligations. Likely. Learn to write somewhere and Strasbourg, swearing and demanding, complaining to strangers that you all dropped. What if you were hoo, they all went and bowed, and now even to spit in your direction does not want. But look at those sad people. For some reason these people forget their own children, their phone is removed from the memory of their colleagues, and neighbors can barely remember his image. And yet a man died, and though it had never been.
strangely. He started writing about how easily you can build your life, if you are doing to other people well, and went so far as it is perhaps the only way to stay is not alone in late life. But so it is. Any person gradually weaves around his comfort zone, their environment and communication obligations. Of course, some will ignore your request, even if you did him a favor at the time, but the larger the network, the greater the opportunity to solve the problem with the help of another person. When you're nobody and no you do not need, you're like in a vacuum, such as is, but only as long as you have the opportunity to pay even just a chat with you, never saw the peasants in the restaurants of age, lactating women, without the slightest hope of . It is a pity.
