We live in a strange world

We live in a strange world. Doctors smoke cigarettes in front of hospitals, drink coffee and return people to their homes. What does this mean for the world?

At least now I'm home with my son. Fighting the disease alone and using every advice possible. Even clothes with water and vinegar.
Three positive Covid-19 tests and the doctor said a child's virus without even examining him. It's that easy, and they take their money from the state.

Why should they care about the rest of the people? They gave an unbreakable oath but did not keep it despite everything. It's better that way. You swear you won't lie in court, but you do. You declare eternal love, but your heart belongs to another. You promise to protect human lives, but you don't. You justify that with "wages are low."

Humanity does not need payment. Did Jesus tell the family of Lazarus, "pay me to raise him," or was he waiting for money from the people he healed? He didn't want anything from them. We don't realize that our free will can cost someone's life by our actions. After all, that humanity has been through, why can't we learn from our mistakes? Why can't we stop thinking about satisfying our unnecessary pleasures and look at other people?

Most often, those who think about you are not your loved ones or those working in such a profession, but just a stranger. A stranger who has been through a lot but hides it. A stranger gets no reward for helping, but the hope he brings to you and the smile on your face is rewarding enough for them.

I was born with several tumors and didn't know about them until years ago. I applied, to the army, so that I could protect the country and future generations. Then they discovered them. No one believed me, not even my mother and friends. Why should they think about other people's problems when they have their own?

Over time I got worse, started bleeding, and knew my days were numbered. I saw the horrible world we live in, and I wanted no part of it. The pain was excruciating, and I sought solace in narcotics to not feel pain again. Nobody cared that I was dying. I became addicted to the peace that drugs gave me—the absence of pain. However, a stranger saw through the mask I wore. He saw the pain I was hiding.

He was just a guard in the student dormitory. Every day, he took me to church and checked me to see if I was high - A stranger, not friends, not family, but a stranger. He restored my faith in God and the hope that it is still good in this world. Thanks to his kindness, I passed the operation successfully and survived.

I still have a small part of the tumor left, but hope is a powerful thing. Imagine what you could do if you showed a little kindness to a stranger. The closer you are to a person, the stranger you are to their pain. Blinded by feelings and emotions, you cannot see behind their mask. The words spoken before a father abandons his family, the tears a lonely girl sheds before she ends her life. There is enough evil in this world, don't add fuel to the fire of hell.