You became the teacher in a village school. You were surprised how many children didn't know how to write or read. But it didn't discourage you. You loved your job, you loved educating, you loved children

You were different than most teachers back then. You were patient, kind and understanding. You hated beating children and you never used it. You weren't yelling and was surprisingly gentle.

The end of the day. The kids were slowly leaving. One girl gave a small bouquet she made yesterday. You chuckled and thanked her. When all the children left you heard how the door threshold creaked. There was a boy. Older than most of your students. He was probably... 16? He looked poor. He was quite thin, slightly dirty. You were a little bit confused

Finally he spoke up in shy and ashamed voice

"Mr. Professor... I know.. that you teach at this school.. and I... I am very poor... And... And i can't pay you... But... I really want to be able to read and write it's my dream and..."

Speaking clearly was quite difficult for him