Short, touching stories that make you think. A very sad story that will bring you to tears. A touching story about sad children.

Touching stories rarely appear on the first pages, which is probably why it seems that nothing good and kind is happening in the world. But as these little love stories show, beautiful things happen every day.

They're all from a site called Makesmethink, a place where people share their thought-provoking stories, and we're sure you'll agree that these little funny stories are thought-provoking. Be careful though: some of them may lift your spirits, while others may move you to tears...

"Today I realized that my dad is the most best dad, which I could only dream of! He loving husband my mom (always makes her laugh), he comes to all my football matches since I was 5 years old (I'm 17 now) and is a real stronghold for our family.

This morning, while looking for pliers in my dad's toolbox, I found a dirty folded piece of paper at the bottom. It was an old diary entry in my father's handwriting, dated exactly one month before my birthday. It read: “I'm 18 years old, an alcoholic, a college dropout, a victim of child abuse, a man with a criminal record for car theft. And next month I'll be adding 'teen dad' to the list. But I swear that "From now on, I will do everything right for my little girl. I will be the father I never had." And I don't know how he did it, but he did it."

“Today I told my 18-year-old grandson that when I was in school, no one invited me to prom. That same evening he showed up at my house in a tuxedo and took me to his prom as his date.”

"My 88-year-old grandmother and her 17-year-old cat are both blind. Usually my grandmother is led around the house by her guide dog. But lately the dog has also been leading her cat around the house. When the cat meows, the dog comes up to her and rubs her about her, after which she follows him to her food, to her “toilet,” to the other end of the house to sleep, and so on.”

“Today, approaching the door of my office at 7 am (I’m a florist), I saw a soldier in uniform standing waiting. He stopped by on the way to the airport - he was leaving for one year in Afghanistan. He said: “Usually every Friday I I'm bringing home a bouquet of flowers for my wife and I don't want to disappoint her while I'm gone." He then placed an order for 52 bouquets of flowers, each to be delivered to his wife's office every Friday afternoon. I gave him a 50% cut "discount".

"Today I walked my daughter down the aisle. Ten years ago, I carried a 14-year-old boy from his mother's fire-engulfed SUV after a serious accident. Doctors initially said he would never walk. My daughter visited him in the hospital with me several times ". Then I began to come to him myself. Today I watch how, contrary to all the doctors’ predictions, he stands at the altar on his own two legs and smiles, putting a ring on my daughter’s finger."

"Today, by mistake, I accidentally sent my father a message saying 'I love you' that I wanted to send to my husband. A few minutes later I received a response: 'I love you too.' Dad." It was like that! We so rarely say words of love to each other."

"Today, when she came out of an 11-month coma, she kissed me and said, 'Thank you for being here and telling me these beautiful stories without losing faith in me... And yes, I will come out marry you".

“Today is our 10th wedding anniversary, but since my husband and I have recently been unemployed, we agreed not to give each other any gifts this time. When I woke up in the morning, my husband had already gotten up. I went downstairs and saw the beautiful fields "There were flowers all over the house. There were about 400 flowers in total, and he didn't spend a single coin on them."

“Today my blind friend explained to me in vivid colors how wonderful his new girlfriend is.”

"My daughter came home from school and asked where she could learn sign language. I asked why she needed it, and she replied that they had a new girl that she is deaf, understands only sign language, and has no one to talk to."

“Today, two days after my husband’s funeral, I received a bouquet of flowers that he ordered for me a week ago. The note said: “Even if cancer wins, I want you to know that you are the girl of my dreams.”

“Today I re-read the suicide letter that I wrote on September 2, 1996 - 2 minutes before my girlfriend appeared at the door and said: “I’m pregnant.” I suddenly felt that I had a reason to live. Now she is my wife "We have been happily married for 14 years. And my daughter, who is almost 15, has two little brothers. I re-read my suicide letter from time to time to feel gratitude again - gratitude for having a second chance at life and love." .

"Today, my 12-year-old son, Sean, and I visited a nursing home together for the first time in months. I usually come alone to visit my mother, who has Alzheimer's disease. As we walked into the lobby, the nurse saw my son and said, " Hi, Sean!" "How does she know your name?" I asked him. "Oh, I just popped in here on the way home from school to say hi to my grandma," Sean replied. I didn't even know that."

“Today, a woman who is having to have her larynx removed due to cancer signed up for my sign language class. Her husband, four children, two sisters, brother, mother, father and twelve close friends also signed up with her for the same class. to be able to talk to her after she loses the ability to speak out loud."

“I recently went into a second-hand bookstore and bought a copy of a book that was stolen from me when I was a child. I was so surprised when I opened it and realized that it was the same stolen book! My name was on the first page and the words written by my grandfather: “I really hope that many years later this book will be in your hands again and you will read it again.”

“Today I was sitting on a park bench eating my sandwich when I saw an elderly couple stop their car at a nearby oak tree. They rolled down the windows and turned on jazz music. Then the man got out of the car, walked around it, opened the front door where the woman was sitting ", extended his hand and helped her get out. After that, they walked a few meters away from the car, and the next half slowly danced under the oak tree."

“Today my 75-year-old grandfather, who has been blind due to cataracts for almost 15 years, said to me: “Your grandmother is the most beautiful, isn’t she?” I paused and said: “Yes. I bet you miss those times when you could see her beauty every day." "Honey," Grandpa said, "I still see her beauty every day. In fact, I see her more clearly now than I did when we were young."

“Today I was horrified to see through the kitchen window as my 2-year-old daughter slipped and fell headfirst into the pool. But before I could reach her, our Labrador Retriever Rex jumped after her, grabbed her by the collar of her shirt and pulled her towards the steps. shallow water where she could stand on her feet."

"Today on the plane I met the most beautiful woman. Assuming that I was unlikely to see her again after the flight, I complimented her on this occasion. She smiled at me with the most sincere smile and said: “No one has said such words to me in the last 10 years.” It turned out that we were both born in the mid-1930s, both without families, have no children and live almost 8 kilometers from each other. We agreed on a date next Saturday after we get home."

“Today, after learning that my mother was home from work early because she had the flu, I stopped at Wal-Mart on the way home from school to buy her a can of soup. There I ran into my father, who was already at the checkout. He paid for 5 cans of soup, a package of cold medicine, disposable wipes, tampons, 4 DVDs with romantic comedies and a bouquet of flowers. My father made me smile."

“Today I was waiting on a table for an elderly couple. The way they looked at each other... it was clear that they loved each other. When the man mentioned that they were celebrating their anniversary, I smiled and said, “Let me guess.” You two have been together for a very, very long time." They laughed and the lady said, "Actually, no. Today is our 5th anniversary. We both outlived our spouses, but fate gave us another chance to experience love."

“Today my grandparents, who were just over 90 years old and who had been married for 72 years, died within an hour of each other.”

"I'm 17 years old, I've been dating my boyfriend Jake for 3 years, and last night was our first time together. We've never done 'this' before, and there wasn't 'this' last night either. Instead, we baked cookies, watched two comedy, laughed, played Xbox and fell asleep in each other's arms. Despite my parents' warnings, he acted like nothing less than a gentleman and a best friend!"

“Today is exactly 20 years since I risked my life to save a woman who was drowning in the fast flow of the Colorado River. And that’s how I met my wife, the love of my life.”

Good afternoon everyone. I already wrote a story here in March about my family, I’m no longer asking for advice, now I just need to talk it out. I decided to register. I’m tired of my sister... she infuriates me with her mere presence. I don’t know what to do .There are still 1.5 months left before the birth, I’m trying to restrain myself, but I can’t. Yesterday another scandal broke out... my sister doesn’t want to pay for the apartment, she said that she would solve this issue with her mother, and not with me. Throughout the apartment her hair is lying around... you come out of the bathroom covered in her hair, from washing machine you take out the washed clothes, her hair again, just her hair on the kitchen table. I told her that she doesn’t live here alone and my hair isn’t lying around, she told me to envy you silently that you don’t have such long hair. She still doesn’t cleans her apartment, or rather pretends in front of her mother that she is cleaning, when mom is at home she is the most ideal and will wash the dishes and washes her things, and cooks food, and washes the floors in her room. And when mom is not there, you can’t reach her to wash your clothes, because it already stinks. Yesterday, my mother told me to leave my sister behind and not tell her anything, but I can’t do this. I directly told my mother that my sister gets everything she wants, and my mother denies herself in many ways because of her. My mother said that she herself will decide who and what to give and that if she considers it necessary to support her sister, she will support her. And I feel sorry for my mother, she lived to be 50 years old, but didn’t see life, she spent everything on us children. And she still does. My sister doesn’t help my parents either, my husband dug up the whole garden, helped me prepare firewood, but my own children don’t care parents. Even though I’m not allowed to do anything, if I come, I’ll do the cleaning, then I’ll wash the dishes for everyone, last weekend I weeded the beds, I still can’t leave. It’s very difficult to walk, but I still try to help. On June 9 It was my dad's birthday, she managed to ask my father for money on his birthday. She recently brought a young man, a 19-year-old boy, into the house. We slept until lunchtime, and she didn't even have anything to feed him, I told her where to get food so that she wouldn't go hungry. The last ones She’s been drinking for 3 days. She doesn’t think about studying at all, she has to do practice and pay for her studies, but that doesn’t matter to her. Her mother paid for her studies for 4 years, but now she doesn’t give a damn, it’s all down the drain. My husband says be patient a little longer. But I can’t stand it anymore, I cry every day. Why do I need such a relative? It seems to me that if she dies, I won’t even cry. I don’t give a damn about her, I don’t care what happens to her. I feel sorry for my mother. It turned out to be a mess in stories, but everything is based on emotions. I don’t know if it has become easier for me or not.

Well, here’s another breakdown... I wake up, and the whole room is incomprehensible... tomorrow is Trinity and everyone is going to the cemetery in the morning, my mother told my sister to bake the pies... the floor is covered in white stains, apparently from yeast, a teapot in dough, jars of salt, spices and bay leaves in dough, a sink in dough, a cutting table in dough, a dining table in white stains, a 12-liter saucepan with water in the sink, the sink is a thin sheet of stainless steel, I don’t understand how the sink withstood it .In general, I’m in shock. I call my mother and ask what the hell. I’m supposed to cook breakfast for my husband and child. Mom calls her sister, she gets up and wipes the floor, and then goes back to bed. The floor dries out and the same again white stains. When I say that she should clean up everything after herself, she tells me to fuck off... and says that these are her problems and that I should not interfere. I silently clean it all up and prepare breakfast. She calls her mother and says: your eldest daughter совсем тупая что ли,я ей сказала чтобы она ничего не мыла,потому что я щас буду стряпать и все будет точно также....аааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааааа....время было 9 часов утра,сейчас время почти 12,а она спит и так she didn’t cook anything, it turns out she was the one who kneaded the dough that way. That’s it....

Vera Tarasova was given to a man for her father's gambling debt. But it was next to the notorious creditor that she found her happiness, marrying him and becoming the mother of three adopted children.

Vera was born and raised in a fairly large and wealthy family. However, the civil war and collectivization left the family of thirteen people with virtually no means of subsistence. Out of despair, the head of the family drank himself to death, and eleven children were doomed to hunger and cold. Then Vera, as the eldest, together with her brother began to walk around the neighboring villages and ask for food. This helped the family somehow survive.

But after some time, the head of the family was overcome by a new vice: he began to play cards. For debts, Mikhail took the last things out of the house. One day, when he had no money to pay, he offered fellow villager Nikolai his eldest daughter as payment for the debt. The man was at first indignant at this proposal, and then agreed. A fifteen-year-old girl was sent to Nikolai's house by a worker for an indefinite period.

Nikolai was a widower with three children. Many said that his wife did not die a natural death, so no one dared to become the mistress of his house. Faith was the perfect solution to his problems. “At first I was very afraid of him,” recalls Tarasova. “The first three days he didn’t ask me for anything at all, and it seemed like he didn’t even notice.” The girl's main concern was children.

Soon Vera got used to her gloomy and silent owner, so she did not want to return to the family at all. When her father called her home to look after the children, since her mother was ill, Nikolai also did not want to part with his assistant. In exchange, he offered to pay a bag of flour or potatoes every month. Mikhail hastened to agree, since this could save the whole family from starvation.

At the age of sixteen, Nikolai asked Vera to marry him, and the girl agreed. The children had long been accustomed to calling her mom, and she did not want to leave her cozy home. However, they only managed to live in marriage for five years. Nicholas died suddenly just before the Great Patriotic War, leaving Vera as an inheritance a nice spacious house, a small farm and three children.

Now, remembering the war years, Vera is amazed at how she had the strength to raise children and not lose hope for better life. And fate turned out to be favorable to the woman. Two years later, she met Alexei Tarasov, who came to their collective farm. For a long time he did not dare to approach the woman he liked, since he was disabled; both legs were torn off at the front.

Then Vera decided to achieve her own happiness and came up first. They lived in perfect harmony with Alexey for 60 years, raising seven children. “Now women have stopped having children, they say it’s expensive, why create poverty,” Vera complains. “Real poverty is when in old age you are alone and no one needs you.” Now Vera Tarasova lives in Arkhangelsk, she has 15 grandchildren and 10 great-grandchildren.

The right motivation)))

The daughter, 14 years old, categorically did not want to clean the room. I've talked to her so many times and swore - to no avail. I got my husband involved. One day at dinner, without taking his eyes off the TV, he said:

Daughter, my mother and I decided that now I will clean your room.

I was just blown away, my daughter couldn’t believe her luck. But the husband has not finished yet and casually continues:

I’ll start tomorrow... I’ll clear your desk, make your bed, organize your closet. I'm sure I won't find anything unusual there.

Here the daughter’s face suddenly contorts, and the borscht goes right up her nose. She has been keeping the room perfectly clean for a month now. The husband just won’t give up, what an infection, what’s so unusual hidden in his daughter’s room.

Baba Hulk

I'm solving a crossword puzzle. Question: Baba-Khalka is written in two words in a column, 5 letters. I thought for a day, tried everything, already came to my friend with a crossword puzzle, we thought and thought with her, but also didn’t come up with anything. Well, Hulk doesn’t have a 5-letter woman and that’s it! And my friend’s nephew was just visiting, about ten years old, well, we show him the question in the scanword, and he immediately answers us:

What does fireworks have to do with it?

To which the child replied:

Well, what does it have to do with it, it says BabAhalka here!

Guessing games

My friend's son is sitting blindfolded. His parents give him various objects, and he guesses.

Pencil.

Right.

Machine.

Right.

Then dad put a sock in his hands, the son thought for a long time, then said:

After thinking a little more, he sniffed and said:

Door handle

My friends' toilet door handle was broken. In fact, there was simply no handle, and instead there was just a square hole in the lock. They kept a spoon in the toilet so that they could insert it into the hole from the inside with the reverse flat end and twist it instead of the handle. Once guests gathered in the apartment, someone went to the toilet, and suddenly a cry in the silence from the toilet:

Where's the spoon?!

Those who were there for the first time laughed for a long time.

Lucky case

Vadik, do you remember how we met by chance?

I remember, I remember, darling...

First we met on the train, we didn’t even write down phone numbers, then I looked for you on VKontakte, but couldn’t find you, and then we accidentally met between couples...

Yes, a happy accident, what can I say...

Let him think that this is an accident. I won’t tell her that on the train I managed to photograph her, find VKontakte, find out her first and last name, go to her department, find out the group and class schedule, and at the right moment I was already standing and smoking on the porch of the academic building when her couple is over...

Let's play horse

We played horse with my son. I rolled it around my neck until my little finger hit the nightstand. This great rider got off me and asked:

Little horse, are you in a lot of pain?

Can't you ride me anymore?

I can not.

It's a pity. We'll have to shoot him.

I love you so much…

Today I spanked my four year old daughter for pampering. After some time, she comes up to me, climbs onto my knees, hugs my cheeks, kisses me on the nose, in the eyes and says to me:

I love you so much…

I've blossomed all over. I’m sitting smiling and then she tells me:

It’s not a shame now that such a little girl loves you so much, and you hit her in the ass, in the ass!

Gild the handle

One friend told me. He was coming home from work, carrying a can of gold spray paint in his bag - he was decorating a stand at work. And then a gypsy woman comes up to him and brazenly demands:

And gild the handle!

Half Terminator

I just went to the cardio center. We hung up a device for daily blood pressure measurement. A cuff on the arm and a motor in the purse. The pressure is measured periodically.

On the way back, some two guys got to the bottom of it - well, like, who is he, where is he from, is there any little things? So we were standing around, talking, the situation was heating up, and then this little motor started humming, pumping up the cuff. I straightened up in surprise and froze (I forgot something about him). These two guys also stared at me in amazement - suddenly they started buzzing and left hand is pumping up before our eyes! Then the engine stalled and I, in a robotic voice, with a glassy look into nowhere, said:

Combat mode enabled.

HOW THEY FUCKED! THIS IS A MUST SEE! ...

Logical

I remember in my first year, we had a subject - logic, taught by a blonde. And when she asked at the first seminar: “Do you have any questions?” Of course, I valiantly raised my hand and charged: “Is it true that logic and women are incompatible things?”

And how did it end?

It ended quite logically: I then went to retake it 8 times.

Good deeds

My wife and I left the store, and there was a very cute kitten on the steps. Wife in a tender voice:

How cute... Let's rip his head off.

People around began to worry and turn around until we took the fish out of the bag.

What's happened?

Yesterday I bought my wife an expensive ring. Just like that, from an excess of feelings. The first thing she asked was: “What happened? Tell me the truth, even the worst one! Stole something? Cheated on me?". Now he’s sitting in the corner, sulking, thinking I’m hiding something. It would be better if I bought her some kind of frying pan!

Present

My mother's colleague was given a vibrator by a friend for her birthday. The intelligent lady thought and thought about where to use it and eventually took it to the dacha, stuck it in the ground - all the moles disappeared!

We argued

We argued with my mother that it was impossible to commit suicide in a mental hospital, like soft walls and all that. I said you could rip out a clump of hair and choke on it! Tomorrow we're going to see a psychiatrist...

The final scene from "The Inspector General"

Recently I decided to go to the left of my wife. I went to my friend's house. Summer, hot... After sex, I went out onto the balcony in my shorts to smoke. On the next balcony stood my mother-in-law and father-in-law: they had come to visit some friends of theirs. The final scene from “The Inspector General” by N.V. Gogol...

Animal lover

Yesterday I went to the Bird Market and saw this picture: a mother drags her son by the hood and shouts:

- ... there are two cats, three dogs in the apartment, what the hell is an eagle?!!!

The scariest thing in the book

I decided to wipe down the bookshelf over the weekend, sort through books, all that, and sent my husband and son for a walk. And suddenly something black falls on me from the books, runs across the carpet and disappears under the sofa! My scream was probably heard in the next block. It turned out, motherfucker, the wheel was from a children's car!

The most original congratulations

In our company, two employees got married on the same day. The HR department, as always, distinguished itself with its intelligence and ingenuity, hanging the most original congratulations at the entrance:

Congratulations to Dmitry and Vladimir on their legal marriage!

Hot pepper?

Yesterday I was at the market, my dad sent for some capsicums. I go up to grandma and ask:

- Hot pepper?

Son, bitter one, take it!

Well, here I ask:

Can I try it?

Yes, sure!

I bite off a small piece... Steam almost came out of my ears, my brain EXPLODED from such bitterness!!! Well, here I think, let me joke, I’ll say that it’s not bitter. I throw it back without showing it, make a stupid face, and say that it’s not bitter. Granny, without thinking for a long time:

How can that be, I tried it myself! - and bites off half and begins to chew...

Antipyretics for children are prescribed by a pediatrician. But there are situations emergency care for fever, when the child needs to be given medicine immediately. Then the parents take responsibility and use antipyretic drugs. What is allowed to give to children infancy? How can you lower the temperature in older children? What medications are the safest?

The new admirer treated Lena with care and tenderness, and she already felt something more than just sympathy for him. But even six months later he made no attempts to get closer...

Lena liked that she had such a young, athletic and cheerful mother that even passers-by addressed them the same way - “girls”. They really were more like friends: they liked the same music, art films, youth fashion (Lena admitted that her mother’s bright T-shirt and short pants looked even more appropriate than on her, nineteen years old).

Lena did not feel deprived single-parent family. She understood that her mother did everything in her power to give her the opportunity to live in abundance, enter a good university, and got rid of her drunkard father, putting an end to her “great love.”

Their house was open to guests. The men cast admiring glances at the mother. But no one stayed overnight, which made the daughter happy: let Dina’s personal affairs be outside these walls!

Ideal son-in-law

One day, while primping herself in front of the mirror, her mother said:
- They will come to us this evening... And I would like you to take a closer look at one person.
And, noticing the confusion in her daughter’s eyes, she laughed:
- No, this is not at all what you thought! You know, this is exactly the kind of son-in-law I would like to have.
Lena snorted:
- Bride?
- What's wrong: I looked, so look at it too. It’s not for you, but we’re organizing a show for him - how can you not like him?! - And she gently pressed her daughter’s cheek.

In the evening guests arrived. Lena did not know only one of them - Boris - and realized that everything was started precisely because of him. But he’s really good: tall, charming, with a wide smile (Lena was once again convinced of how similar her tastes are with her mother).

He began to visit them almost every evening, was witty, and dined without ceremony, as if he were his own, in the kitchen. Brought tickets to concerts. Always three. But Dina felt her daughter’s dissatisfaction and, under various pretexts, tried to send them away together.

At first, Lena was impressed that Boris was so careful and gentle with her. She already felt much more than sympathy for him, and began to get nervous: almost six months passed, and the admirer did not make decisive attempts to get closer. The girl became depressed and openly shared with her mother.

Well, you have to! - Dina was sincerely upset. - Aya has already decided that everything is fine with you!

They developed an insidious plan. Young people who had been dismissed after Boris's appearance began to visit the house again. Lena left in the evenings if he did not talk about the meeting in advance. But Boris still came whenever he wanted, and in Lena’s absence he happily spent the evenings with Dina. Not even ten minutes had passed before she was laughing heartily at his jokes and compliments, but she tried with all her might to turn the conversation to her daughter: “Look, here Lenochka is three years old! Such a doll... And already in the first grade she won a reading competition!”

He didn’t understand himself: the girl was beautiful, smart, with an easy-going and easy-going character - what more could you need! But how can he forget the meeting with Dina, who sunk into his soul at first sight? He spent the entire evening looking after her. But when, having asked to be his escort, he took her home, she resolutely broke away from his embrace: “Let him go, boy,” making it clear that the age difference was an insurmountable barrier. Boris, not wanting to give up, rushed to visit. She grinned: “Well, come back sometime. I’ll introduce you to my daughter.”
Lena turned out to be so similar to her mother... And he made up his mind.

The wedding took place in a fashionable restaurant. When the orchestra started playing a song about the mother-in-law, they were pushed into a circle laughing. Boris spun Dina around with all his might and looked into her eyes so that she was scared.

Bitter epiphany

Dina tried to visit the young people only in the absence of Boris.

Lena noticed this:
- Mom, why are you angry with him?
- Yes, I’m just busy in the evenings! - Dina lied. “You know what a cool novel I have!”

Lena enjoyed the role of wife, remodeled Boris’s bachelor apartment to her taste, stoically endured toxicosis... She was not happy that she became pregnant right away, thinking that her husband had become colder towards her because of the spots on his face and his larger figure. Now they hardly ever went anywhere together. Boris became gloomy and irritable, citing problems at work. Lena cried little by little, but her mother consoled her: everything would work out with the birth of the child.

One evening, feeling lonely and lonely, Lena decided to go to her old house. Hearing loud voices from behind the door, she opened it with her key and quietly entered. Finally, she “caught” her mother’s elusive gentleman! I imagined how they would laugh together now...

But suddenly, growing cold, she recognized Boris’s voice. Through the gap between the curtains, Lena saw him kneeling in front of Dina. Suddenly he jumped up, grabbed his mother’s hands and began kissing her. Dina twisted her head, trying to escape. Lena somehow distantly thought that her husband had never kissed her like that.

As if her mother had read her thoughts, she suddenly rushed forward and began to slap her son-in-law on the cheeks, as if driving a desperate phrase into his head:

She loves you! Fool! She loves you!

Lena quietly, on tiptoe, slipped out of the apartment. There was a continuous ringing in her head and the same thought was spinning: she urgently had to make a decision. Herself. For the first time in her life, she has no one to consult with...

When there is no main thing
We often mistake other feelings for love: respect, gratitude, or even sympathy.

Therefore, without being sure that your partner’s feelings are serious, you should not make a hasty decision about marriage.

Psychologists say that those women who experienced their father’s love in childhood are happy in marriage. He shapes his daughter’s image of a future life partner and gives her self-confidence.

A mother's excessive love for her children does not always benefit them. Trying to protect her child from the storms of life, a woman deprives the child of independence.

A short story of Pavlik

My son always wanted to be like his dad.

I adopted his behavior, and sometimes I felt offended.

She loves dad more than mom.

God, how touching it is to see him in his father's tight suit.

I pulled it when I met my dad from work.

My husband worked as a doctor and saved people’s lives.

He is our surgeon, or rather an oncologist.

Operations, sentences, consolations.

And so every day.

How could he not have noticed the first symptoms of Pavlik’s serious illness?

With all our might we hoped for a miracle.

Grandmother cried on the sidelines, begging God for miracles.

But life is indeed short, and happiness is a ghostly haze.

It will break at dawn, and by sunset it will be completely dark.

Pavlik always wanted to be a doctor, like his dad.

And I only want one thing. So that God would allow me to reunite with those who left one by one.

A touching story about sad children

I worked in an orphanage.

I don’t want to talk now about how difficult it was for me.

The hardest thing is for children crying in the dark night.

They paint an image of parents they don’t know by sight.

They live and hope that they have been forgotten for a while, and search tirelessly for them.

Lord, there are so many questions that made me barely hold back tears.

When will mom arrive? Is it true that my dad is a fighter pilot?

They grow up and become educators themselves.

And until the end of their days they want to meet with their parents, so as not to judge, but to forgive, finally saying the word “mother”.

A tear-jerking story about street children

On their own, the smart guys grew up and were brought up on the streets.

We formed a company and pumped up our biceps.

No, my parents are alive and well, but they have too much to do.

Children who are sent around the world.

There were three of them in total.

Stas, Kolya and Andrey.

Brave, daring teenagers who really wanted to distinguish themselves; pay special attention to yourself.

To become famous quickly and get rich, then perhaps they will be noticed, praised, and promoted.

Bosom friendship commanded them to hold hands while crossing roads and highways.

Well, where are you running, mischievous girl, right under the wheels of a dump truck!

Unhappy love. Deep wound.

Suddenly there is a sudden jerk, and a multi-ton car flies straight towards the poor thing.

With all their strength, the children pushed away the one who did not want to live, but they themselves did not have time to retreat.

Three friends, street kids, dreaming of being paid special attention to.

But they never had time to know what real happiness is.

Tearful stories about children were edited by me, Edwin Vostryakovsky.

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“I stood in line at the store, behind a little grandmother, whose hands were shaking, a lost look, she was tightly clutching a small wallet to her chest, you’ve probably seen one like this, I’ve seen this one several times and she didn’t have enough 7 rubles to buy it, then what she took, bread, milk, cereal, a tiny piece of liverwurst. And the seller spoke to her very rudely, and she stood so lost, I felt so sorry for her, I made a remark to the seller and put 10 rubles on the cash register. But my heart is so it quickly began to beat, I took this grandmother’s hand, she looked into my eyes, it seemed like she didn’t understand why I did this, and I took it and led her to the sales floor, simultaneously collecting food for her in a basket, all only the most necessary things, meat, bones for soup, eggs, all sorts of cereals, and she followed me silently and everyone looked at us. We got to the fruit and I asked what she liked, grandma silently looked at me and batted her eyes. I took a little of everything, but I think it will last for a long time. That's enough. We went up to the checkout, people parted ways and let us skip the line, then I realized that I didn’t have much money with me and was barely enough for her basket, I left mine in the hall, paid, holding this grandmother’s hand all this time and we left outside. At that moment, I noticed that a tear was running down my grandmother’s cheek, I asked where I could take her, put her in the car, and she offered to come in for tea. We went to her house, I had never seen anything like this, everything was like a scoop, but cozy, while she warmed the tea and put onion pies on the table, I looked around and realized how our old people live. After everything, I got into the car and then it hit me. I cried for about 10 minutes..."

14.10.2016 2 2069

One day, a father scolded his four-year-old daughter for spending, as it seemed to him, in vain, a large number of gold wrapping paper, pasting over an empty box in order to put it under the New Year tree.
There was barely any money.
And because of this, my father was even more nervous.
The next morning the girl brought her father the box she had covered and said:
- Dad, this is for you!
The father was incredibly embarrassed and repented of his intemperance the day before.
However, remorse gave way to a new attack of irritation when, upon opening the box, he saw that it was empty.
“Don’t you know that when you give someone a gift, there must be something inside?” - he shouted to his daughter.
The little girl raised her big, tearful eyes and said:
- It's not empty, daddy. I put my kisses there. They are all for you.
Because of the feelings that washed over him, his father could not speak.
He just hugged his little girl and begged her to forgive him.
My father said later that he kept this gold-lined box near his bed for many years.
When difficult moments came in his life, he simply opened it, and then all those kisses that his daughter put there flew out, touching his cheeks, forehead, eyes and hands.

23.08.2016 0 2498

I never thought that I would find myself in a situation from which I could not extricate myself. Briefly about myself: I am 28 years old, my husband is 27, we are raising a wonderful three-year-old son. I grew up in a Ukrainian village, my parents are in good standing there, although they have been going to Russia to work for five years. I’ve been married for four years now, but this is not marriage, it’s hell! When we met, everything was like in a fairy tale: flowers every day, Stuffed Toys, kisses until the morning! Then, as young people always do, they get stuck. But my darling was not afraid and said: give birth. My husband goes on voyages, he is a sailor and earns good money. And now the time has come to meet his would-be parents. They didn’t like me right away, they say I’m a provincial girl. His parents have been divorced for twenty years, but they communicate with each other. His father never loved his children and was embarrassed: they lived poorly and poorly after the divorce, but his son lived well: he got a job as a gigolo with a young rich girl. My parents paid for the wedding, they also rented the apartment for six months, and his parents just shouted throughout the town that they had arranged for us gorgeous wedding. My husband’s vacation was over, he had to return to sea, and he didn’t want to leave me alone for a long time in a rented apartment. I took it to my mother-in-law, and then I knew all the torments of hell: she hid food from me, locked it in the pantry washing machine so that I wash by hand, turn on the music at full volume, push, and so on. The time came to give birth, I went at night myself, without waking anyone, and in the morning, lying with the baby in the ward, I listened on the phone to how bad I was for not closing the vestibule (I don’t have the keys to it). I spent three days in the maternity hospital, no one came. My mother couldn’t get there because it was January and the roads were very snowy. True, my godmother came to the discharge with flowers and took me away. We returned home, and there the holiday was in full swing! Drunk people whom I don't know rushed to bathe my son. And we also experienced this. The husband returned six months later, the baby was three months old. At that time, we were living in the village with our mother: she came on vacation and took us. My husband and I returned again to that hell from which we had just escaped. Difficulties have already begun in our relationship. True, he helped a lot with the baby: he washed diapers and heated porridge; there were no problems with money, since he earned good money. And then pressure began from his mother-in-law so that he would give her $200 a month for utilities. My mother-in-law, my child and I, my husband and his older brother, who at 30 years old had not worked anywhere and sat at the computer for days, lived in a three-room apartment. My husband correctly said that we would all pay equally, so she got mad and kicked the baby and me out onto the street, and we had to rent an apartment. We didn’t communicate with her at all for two years, and then she called and said that she was in the hospital. We immediately took off and drove off. She had a breast tumor, but everything turned out okay. We paid for the operation and the postoperative period, she was discharged, and her husband began visiting his mother often. And then I noticed that as soon as he stayed with her, he arrived drunk and aggressive. He began to reproach me that it was I who brought his mother to surgery (I wonder how?). Before that, he drank very rarely - he valued his career, but now for a long time he has been turning into a drunk, an aggressive tyrant, raising his hand at me, shouting that I am a kept woman and a beggar (these are the words of his mother). Yesterday I came drunk again, now I’m sitting all in gold, like Christmas tree, and with a black eye.

02.06.2016 0 1080

When this old man died in a nursing home in a small Australian town, everyone believed that he had passed away without leaving any valuable trace. Later, when the nurses were sorting through his meager belongings, they discovered this poem. Its meaning and content impressed the employees so much that copies of the poem were quickly distributed to all hospital employees. One nurse took a copy to Melbourne... The old man's only will has since appeared in Christmas magazines across the country, as well as in psychology magazines. And this old man, who died a beggar in a godforsaken town in Australia, amazed people all over the world with the depth of his soul.
Coming in to wake me up in the morning,
Who do you see, nurse?
The old man is capricious, out of habit
Still living somehow,
Half blind, half fool
“Living” can be put in quotation marks.
If he doesn’t hear, he has to work hard,
Wastes grub.
He mumbles all the time - I can't get along with him.
Well, as long as you can, shut up!
He knocked the plate over on the floor.
Where are the shoes? Where is the second sock?
The last one is a fucking hero.
Get off the bed! May you perish...
Sister! Look into my eyes!
Be able to see what...
Behind this weakness and pain,
For a life lived, big.
Behind a moth-eaten jacket
Behind flabby skin, “behind the soul.”
Beyond today
Try to see ME...
... I'm a boy! Dear fidget,
Cheerful, slightly mischievous.
I'm scared. I'm five years old at most,
And the carousel is so high!
But here is father and mother nearby,
I glare at them.
And although my fear is ineradicable,
I know for sure that we love...
... Here I am sixteen, I'm on fire!
My soul is soaring in the clouds!
I dream, I’m happy, I’m sad,
I'm young, I'm looking for love...
... And here it is, my happy moment!
I'm twenty-eight. I'm the groom!
I go to the altar with love,
And again I burn, I burn, I burn...
... I'm thirty-five, my family is growing,
We already have sons
Your own home, farm. And wife
My daughter is about to give birth...
... And life flies, flies forward!
I'm forty-five - a whirlwind!
And the children are growing by leaps and bounds.
Toys, school, college...
All! Flew away from the nest
And they scattered in all directions!
The running of celestial bodies has slowed down,
Our cozy home is empty...
... But my beloved and I are together!
We lie down together and get up.
She doesn't let me be sad.
And life flies forward again...
... Now I'm already sixty.
The children are screaming in the house again!
Grandchildren have a cheerful round dance.
Oh, how happy we are! But here...
... Dim suddenly. Sun light.
My beloved is no more!
Happiness also has its limits...
I turned gray in a week
Haggard, soul drooping
And I felt that I was an old man...
... Now I live without any fuss,
I live for my grandchildren and children.
My world is with me, but every day
Less and less light in it...
Having shouldered the cross of old age,
I'm tired of wandering to nowhere.
The heart was covered with a crust of ice.
And time does not heal my pain.
Oh Lord, how long life is,
When she doesn't make you happy...
... But you have to come to terms with it.
Nothing is eternal under the Moon.
And you, bending over me,
Open your eyes, sister.
I'm not a capricious old man, no!
Beloved husband, father and grandfather...
... and the boy is small, until now
Into the radiance sunny day
Flying into the distance on a carousel...
Try to see ME...
And maybe, while grieving for me, you will find YOURSELF!
Remember this poem the next time you meet an old
human! And think that sooner or later you will also be like him or her! The best and most beautiful things in this world cannot be
see or touch. They should be felt by the heart!

29.05.2016 0 907

The other day I had a successful hunt; I easily found the wolves’ den. I immediately shot the she-wolf with shot, and my dog killed two of her puppies. He was already boasting to his wife about his prey, when a wolf howl was heard in the distance, but this time it was somehow unusual. He was saturated with grief and melancholy.
And in the morning of the next day, although I was sleeping quite soundly, a roar at the house woke me up, I ran out the door in what I was wearing. A wild picture appeared before my eyes: a huge wolf was standing near my house. The dog was on a chain, and the chain couldn’t reach him, and he probably couldn’t help. And next to him, my daughter stood and cheerfully played with his tail.
I couldn’t help at that moment, and she didn’t understand what was in danger. We met the wolf's eyes. “The head of that family,” I immediately understood. And he just whispered with his lips: “Don’t touch your daughter, kill me better.”
My eyes filled with tears, and my daughter asked: “Dad, what’s wrong with you?” Leaving the wolf's tail, she immediately ran up. He pulled her close with one hand. And the wolf left, leaving us alone. And he did not harm either my daughter or me, for the pain and grief I caused him, for the death of his she-wolf and children.
He took revenge. But he took revenge without bloodshed. He showed that he is stronger than people. He conveyed his feeling of pain to me. And he made it clear that I killed the children...

09.05.2016 0 831

This letter from father to son was written by Livingston Larned almost 100 years ago, but it touches the hearts of people to this day. It became popular after Dale Carnegie published it in his book.
“Listen, son. I say these words when you sleep; your small hand is tucked under your cheek, and your curly blond hair is stuck together on your damp forehead. I sneaked into your room alone. A few minutes ago, as I was sitting in the library reading the newspaper, a heavy wave of remorse washed over me. I came to your bed with a consciousness of my guilt.
That's what I was thinking, son: I took it out on you Bad mood. I scolded you when you were getting dressed to go to school because you just touched your face with a wet towel. I scolded you for not cleaning your shoes. I yelled at you angrily when you threw some of your clothes on the floor.
I also nagged at you at breakfast. You spilled the tea. You greedily swallowed the food. You rested your elbows on the table. You buttered the bread too thickly. And then, when you went to play, and I was hurrying to catch the train, you turned around, waved to me and shouted: “Bye, dad!” - I frowned and answered: “Straighten your shoulders!”
Then, at the end of the day, it all started again. Walking on the way home, I noticed you on your knees playing with marbles. There were holes in your stockings. I humiliated you in front of your comrades by forcing you to walk home ahead of me. Stockings are expensive - and if you had to buy them with your own money, you would be more careful! Just imagine, son, what your father said!
Do you remember how you then entered the library where I was reading, timidly, with pain in your eyes? When I glanced at you over the newspaper, irritated at being interrupted, you stopped hesitantly at the door. "What do you need?" - I asked sharply.
You didn’t answer, but impulsively rushed to me, hugged me by the neck and kissed me. Your hands squeezed me with the love that God put in your heart and which even my neglect could not dry up. And then you left, stomping up the stairs.
So, son, soon after that the newspaper slipped out of my hands and a terrible, sickening fear took possession of me. What did habit do to me? The habit of nagging and scolding - this was my reward for you for being a little boy. It’s impossible to say that I didn’t love you, the whole point is that I expected too much from my youth and measured you by the standard of my own years.
And there is so much healthy, beautiful and sincere in your character. Your little heart is as big as the sunrise over the distant hills. This was manifested in your spontaneous impulse when you rushed to me to kiss me before going to bed. Nothing else matters today, son.
I came to your crib in the dark and, ashamed, knelt before you! This is weak atonement. I know you wouldn't understand these things if I told you all this when you woke up. But tomorrow I will be a real father! I will be your friend, suffer when you suffer, and laugh when you laugh. I will bite my tongue when an irritated word is about to escape. I will constantly repeat like a spell: “He’s only a boy, a little boy!”
I'm afraid that in my mind I saw you as a grown man. However, now, when I see you, son, wearily huddled in your crib, I understand that you are still a child. Just yesterday you were in your mother’s arms and your head was lying on her shoulder. I demanded too much, too much."

Thoughts

We separated. That's how it happened.
What can we say when it can be equated to death.
The person has left your life - your life. And he won’t be anymore, he doesn’t want to anymore... imagine, he finds new love,
and you sit and understand that you made plans, that you loved to the ends of your hair. And he was like, don’t cry, what happened and passed, that’s how it turned out. That’s how it happened.
And the moment comes when you understand - this is the last time. Inside, hope lies at the point of death, it drinks, cries, and screams.
then you get up and go... you don’t want to eat, you can’t sleep... you just drink. And you can’t drink anymore. But there are people around. It’s good to have friends, it’s good to have relatives. I was so far away from them. and came back...she would have gone crazy alone.
This year is 2016. It will take away a lot of things and will not return...
Your loved one died. The day before the wedding he passed away. You got screwed in the war and the whole world is not enough for you. Why did you stay...
And an insidious case - he took a man... a family that everyone envied, true, sincere, real love... a couple married in heaven... they gave birth to a son, were preparing for a daughter, but did not have time, he is no more.
Friends, let's have a drink, tell us. You see, I have a serious problem. But I’m holding on. we are alive. But what about those who... well, others. Ex, acquaintances? Alive, but there’s a jamb. There’s only one left. There is a child in a stroller and he is disabled. And his mother abandoned him... you can’t bring him back. health and mother, and you won’t find words.
And where are you, my childhood friend, you have both a son and a daughter growing up, I thought at least you had a boundless life, but no, and then a year found you. Do you remember how you and your brother locked me in, together you loved, played, competed with scribbles, although it was impossible. How does he live alone? Here she is! I arrived... but I was late. closed, stolen and the trial is underway.
And the one who lived together for 8 years, I don’t love him, doesn’t bother me... it’s impossible.
And how much of this...my friend had a breakup too. We have to hold on, people, never give up.

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Vegans can do anything

A vegan Australian climbed Everest to prove that "vegans can do anything" and died.
Vegans, don't climb the mountains!

Two climbers from the Netherlands and Australia conquered the world's highest Mount Everest and died during the descent due to altitude sickness, reports the Associated Press.

Both climbers were in the same group. 35-year-old Eric Arnold began to complain of weakness. He died on the evening of Friday, May 20, near the South Col Pass. A few hours after Arnold's death, Australian Maria Strydom died with similar signs of altitude sickness.

Eric Arnold reportedly summited Everest on his fifth attempt and has repeatedly claimed it to be his childhood spot. Maria Strydom and her husband planned to climb the seven highest peaks.

These climbers were the first to die on Everest since the beginning of the year.

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He hated his wife

A powerful love story that will not leave you indifferent...

He hated his wife. Hated it! They lived together for 20 years. For 20 years of his life, he saw her every day in the morning, but only in the last year did her habits begin to irritate him wildly. Especially one of them: stretching out your arms and, while still in bed, saying: “Hello, sunshine! Today will be a wonderful day." It seemed like an ordinary phrase, but her thin arms, her sleepy face aroused hostility in him.

She got up, walked along the window and looked into the distance for a few seconds. Then she took off her nightie and went naked into the bath. Previously, at the beginning of the marriage, he admired her body, her freedom, bordering on debauchery. And although her body was still in great shape, her naked appearance made him angry. Once he even wanted to push her in order to speed up the process of “awakening”, but he gathered all his strength into a fist and only rudely said: “Hurry up, I’m already tired!”

She was in no hurry to live, she knew about his affair on the side, she even knew the girl with whom her husband had been dating for about three years. But time healed the wounds of pride and left only a sad trail of uselessness. She forgave her husband’s aggression, inattention, and desire to relive his youth. But she didn’t let it stop her from living a sedate life, understanding every minute. This is how she decided to live from the moment she found out that she was sick. The disease eats her up month after month and will soon defeat her.

The first desire of urgent need is to talk about the disease. Everyone! To reduce the mercilessness of the truth by dividing it into pieces and distributing it to relatives. But she endured the most difficult days alone with the awareness of imminent death, and on the second day she made a firm decision to remain silent about everything. Her life was flowing away, and every day the wisdom of a person who knew how to contemplate was born in her. She found solitude in a small rural library, the journey to which took an hour and a half. And every day she climbed into the narrow corridor between the shelves signed by the old librarian “The Secrets of Life and Death” and found a book in which, it seemed, all the answers would be found.

He came to his mistress's house. Everything here was bright, warm, familiar. They had been dating for three years, and all this time he had loved her with an abnormal love. He was jealous, humiliated, humiliated and, it seemed, could not breathe away from her young body. Today he came here, and a firm decision was born in him: to get a divorce. Why torture all three, he doesn’t love his wife, moreover, he hates her. And here he will live in a new way, happily. He tried to remember the feelings he once felt for his wife, but could not. It suddenly seemed to him that she had annoyed him so much from the very first day they met. He pulled out a photo of his wife from his wallet and, as a sign of his determination to get a divorce, tore it into small pieces.

They agreed to meet at a restaurant. Where six months ago they celebrated their fifteenth anniversary of marriage. She arrived first. Before the meeting, he stopped at home, where he spent a long time searching in the closet for the papers needed to file for divorce. In a somewhat nervous mood, he turned out the insides of the boxes and scattered them on the floor. In one of them lay dark blue sealed folder. He hadn't seen her before. He squatted on the floor and in one motion tore off the duct tape. He expected to see anything there, even incriminating photographs. But instead I found numerous tests and stamps from medical institutions, extracts, and certificates. All the sheets contained the wife's surname and initials. The guess struck him like an electric shock, and a cold trickle ran down his back. Sick!

He went online, entered the name of the diagnosis into a search engine, and a terrible phrase appeared on the screen: “From 6 to 18 months.” He looked at the dates: six months had passed since the examination. What happened next, he remembered poorly. The only phrase spinning in my head: “6-18 months.”

She waited for him for forty minutes. The phone did not answer, she paid the bill and went outside. It was beautiful autumn weather, the sun was not hot, but warmed the soul. “How wonderful life is, how good it is on earth, next to the sun, the forest.” For the first time in all the time she has known about the disease, she was filled with a feeling of self-pity. She had the strength to keep a secret, a terrible secret about her illness from her husband, parents, and friends. She tried to make their existence easier, even at the cost of her own ruined life. Moreover, from this life soon only a memory will remain. She walked down the street and saw how people’s eyes rejoiced because everything was ahead, there would be winter, and spring would certainly follow! She won't be able to experience that feeling again. The resentment grew in her and burst out in a stream of endless tears...

He was rushing around the room. For the first time in his life, he acutely, almost physically, felt the transience of life. He remembered his young wife, at a time when they had just met and were full of hope. But he loved her then. It suddenly seemed to him that these twenty years had never happened. And everything is ahead: happiness, youth, life... In these last days, he surrounded her with care, was with her 24 hours a day and experienced unprecedented happiness. He was afraid that she would leave, he was ready to give his life just to save her. And if someone had reminded him that a month ago he hated his wife and dreamed of getting a divorce, he would have said: “It wasn’t me.” He saw how hard it was for her to say goodbye to life, how she cried at night, thinking that he was sleeping. He understood that there was no worse punishment than knowing the date of his death. He saw how she fought for life, clinging to the most delusional hope.

She died two months later. He littered the road from the house to the cemetery with flowers. He cried like a child when they lowered the coffin, he became a thousand years older... At home, under her pillow, he found a note, a wish that she had written under New Year: “Be happy with Him until the end of your days.”

They say that all wishes made on New Year's Eve come true. Apparently this is true, because in the same year he wrote: “Become free.” Everyone got what they seemed to dream of. He laughed loudly, hysterically, and tore the piece of paper with the wish into small pieces...

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Very sad story

A girl (15 years old) was bought a horse. She loved her, looked after her, fed her. The horse was trained to jump up to 150 cm. He jumped without a hold and with a reserve, which gave him great prospects in the sport!
One day he and his horse went to training. The girl set up an obstacle and walked into it...
The horse jumped perfectly with a huge margin..... On the fourth attempt to jump, the girl fell, breaking her cervical and lumbar vertebrae. After several operations and years spent in the hospital, she returned to her horse in a wheelchair....
Entering the stable, the horse neighed and began to try to knock down the door! The girl's parents were frightened and quickly hurried to take their child as far away from the stable as possible.... While they were leaving the stable, the horse neighed, and the girl cried, because she understood that the horse was trying to come out to her. She tried to get up, but she couldn’t... more and more, knocking harder on the door, the horse tried to escape... Alas, the parents thought that he had gone crazy or had rabies...

While they were driving the car towards the house, the horse galloped after the car... he ran after her until he lost strength.... At breakneck speed, out of breath, he continued the chase, the girl was sobbing, hitting the window with her palms, asking to stop, the parents did not react ...

Before her eyes, out of exhaustion, the horse fell, gasping for breath, on the asphalt... he fell, breathing deeply, still trying to get up and give chase...
Seeing this, the parents stopped, the girl opened the door and RUN towards him.... she didn’t notice that she was running and not riding in a stroller, it didn’t matter to her just to save him...
Running up to the horse, she fell next to him, choking on tears, and the horse, putting his head on her lap, closed his eyes and died....

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Doctors don't always help...

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Mom, without stopping, wrapped him in bandages while the baby screamed in agony. Seeing the boy a year later, the world refused to believe it.

A year ago, thirty-five-year-old Stephanie Smith gave birth to a son, Isaiah. When the baby was born, her whole life was filled with love. Mother and son spent days and days together, enjoying each other. However, all this did not last long. Three months later, a spot appeared on the boy's skin, which turned their happy fairy tale into a complete nightmare.

The rash got bigger and bigger every day. Isaiah had to smell new smells, reacting to which his skin would tear and bleed.

Doctors decided that the boy had a severe form of eczema. They prescribed the baby topical steroid ointments, which initially made Isaiah feel better. Some time passed, and the skin rash appeared even worse than before. Mom resorted to stronger drugs, but the story repeated itself again and again: her son only got worse from the drugs.

A terrible rash covered the baby's entire body. His hair was falling out and his sensitivity was disappearing. The doctors shrugged.

“The doctors thought it was just eczema,” Stefania said, “they all said the same thing. One of the doctors even said that I was poisoning my son with my milk, so I should stop feeding him immediately.”

Five months passed, and Isaiah had an attack: the skin began to tear deep from the inside. An ambulance took the boy to the hospital, where he was treated with strong steroids. The ointments gave results, but two days later the attack returned with renewed vigor.

In order to avoid infection, Stefania regularly wrapped her baby in medical bandages. Even his fingers, with which he could scratch himself while sleeping, had to be completely covered.

Isaiah felt better only in the water. The mother spent days on end with the baby in the bathroom while he lay in the sink. Only there her son did not cry.

“Every time we touched each other, his skin began to open from the inside. I couldn't put his cheek against mine. “I couldn’t even hug him without all these bandages,” Stefania said, “he was in pain all the time, he screamed. I cried all the time." “He looked like he had no skin. The pain was unbearable all the time. One day, completely desperate, I prayed to the Lord to give my son another life.”

The doctors directly said that there was nothing more they could do. The pain resulted in despair, tears did not leave my eyes. Stefania did not know whether there was any possibility of saving her son.

A little later, she goes to an Internet forum, where she accidentally stumbles upon photographs of children with skin problems. “They were discussing steroids. Their side effects may make the rash worse if you stop taking them.”

Stefania refuses steroid treatment for her son and decides to make her own lotions and ointments. The combination of lemongrass and zinc worked best. Soon spots began to appear on Isaiah's body, free from any inflammation.

Ten months after stopping steroid ointments, the baby's skin returned to normal. “Thirty-five doctors examined us. They all thought it was eczema. Now I really want to show them photos of Isaiah in full health.”

The most important thing is that the boy who once could not be touched by anyone can now play happily with other children. “We lost a whole year. For a whole year I couldn’t kiss him or touch him. Now we hug him all the time as a family! He likes it so much!“

Stefania shared her experience to help others. She, like no one else, understands the pain of a woman whose child is forced to suffer continuously. Share this story and maybe you will save another desperate mother and her sick baby.

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I decided to write about this after stumbling upon this story online. Even before leaving for Vietnam, I came across a very similar case. The girl is 2 years old. The eczema has not gone away for several months now. During periods of exacerbations, prednisolone ointments were used. The latest exacerbation was so severe that the girl was given quite serious hormonal therapy at the regional hospital. Immediately after discharge, the girl felt much worse than before the hospital. Hands, face, vagina are swollen. The girl screamed almost continuously in pain.

And I did something for which every pediatrician, allergist and dermatologist will condemn me, as they say, “decisively and irrevocably.” I called Vietnam, the Institute traditional medicine, ask for advice. They advised me to a Vietnamese doctor in Moscow, Doctor Tao. In a situation where official medicine had already done serious harm, this was the “straw for salvation.” The girl and mother were already in Moscow in the morning. The clinic was located, no less, in a large government institution. It takes up an entire floor! And gratitude from the main patient - German Gref - is in a prominent place, in a frame. Some Vietnamese, curtains, massage, needles. We are waiting for the doctor. A middle-aged Vietnamese man arrives and speaks Russian no better than the Vietnamese at the market, “a little bit.” He takes the girl by the hand, feels the pulse, takes a piece of paper and begins to draw schematically internal organs. He says that the metabolism is disturbed, the pancreas and liver need to be treated, and there are problems with the nervous system. He gives you jars with yellow capsules, tablets with hieroglyphs and a bottle with some kind of reddish oil. No annotations in either Russian or English. Explains: “This is drinking so much, this is so much, this is smearing.” All. Full course treatment for six months will cost about 3 thousand dollars. We only rent for a month - more money did not have. Then we decided to buy more.
We anointed our hands with this “red oil” right away, and by the evening the itching was gone! The next day they left for their place. The redness and itching went away very quickly. Describing the horrors of transporting Vietnamese medicines from Moscow to Novgorod is a different story. None of the post offices took on such responsibility, nor did sending by train. Afraid. Medicines not certified by our Ministry of Health cannot be sent. No way. We found a Kamaz driver from Novgorod, and then through friends, we were just lucky. And as for the purchase itself... I had to go to the clinic at one of the factories to get the medicine, where the doctor also has an office. Just like in the movies. The doctor presses the remote control - the wall opens, and there are shelves with capsules. Well, just like in films about the Chinese mafia, only they hide weapons like that.

Two years have already passed. There were no exacerbations, the parents “relaxed.” The girl happily ate chips with Coca-Cola, candy and lollipops from the supermarket checkout. And the eczema returned. What does mom do? First of all, he again goes to hospitals, dermatologists, allergists, hormonal ointments. It's getting worse again. Mom sends me photos. I grab my head and explain that now she will have to go to the doctor without me; I have a ten-hour plane ride to Moscow. Then mom remembers that “we didn’t drink all the peas, we still had some left.” I outline the diet (remove chips, chups, fried foods and other rubbish). There is an improvement... Everything is fine now.

What surprised me most about this story is this:
- Parents of a girl who treat the child only when the “roasted rooster” pecks. Food is already medicine. First we eat whatever we can get our hands on, then we don’t know which doctors to run to...
- Doctors of official medicine with standard regimens “Hello, prednisolone!” Well, it doesn’t cure at all, it just relieves the symptoms, and for a while. Alas, 90% of medications, I am convinced, are needed only to relieve symptoms.
- The prudence of some of our officials when it comes to their own health. They settled a good Vietnamese doctor right in the Presidential Administration, they found a floor! And for the rest - clinics, which are sad to even write about... And the duplicity once again is not surprising, however, already. Everywhere they write about how terrible it is to be treated with uncertified medicines, but for yourself, your loved ones... it’s not at all what is certified for the “population”, but pea-shaped bottles with and without hieroglyphs.
- The price tag for medicines for a certain “caste” in Moscow is thirty times higher than in Vietnam. And this doesn’t bother anyone there, apparently. Here such a course of treatment can cost 100 dollars... well... 200 maximum!

And now, here in Vietnam, I constantly see frightened tourists who, out of habit, sweep everything that is on display in those pharmacies where the words magical for the average person are written in Russian: “State Pharmacy” :-))) Despite the fact that in tourist places they are advised by people who have nothing to do with medicine at all! And even only a few people come for a free consultation with a Vietnamese doctor. 99% of tourists look with disgust at the wooden benches instead of the white chairs of the tourist medical center, look with undisguised horror at the jars of herbs... And many then honestly admit: “I’m afraid! What if he harms me...” Apparently, to the traditional Chinese and People come to Vietnamese medicine only after, as they say, “having drank in full.”