The scavenger who found lost cryptocurrencies

""They upset the child, the other children. They said, " Your dad's a garbage man and you stink."A sense of conscience is not fully developed in preschool children. They can be very cruel sometimes. They're all kids, after all. They broke his heart. The beauty of children's hearts, though very broken, tends to heal immediately. They're not adults, they don't hold grudges.
I talked to my dad. She was very upset, upset by her child. Maybe it's the first time a mountain man has shed tears from his eyes. "Sorry it's not enough, I have a plan. Are you gonna get involved?"He gladly agreed with me.

One day I played "dirty country" to the kids. A derived (made-up) game. We threw out everything we found. Meanwhile, we sprayed" stinking spray " in class before the kids saw it. Then, there's the irresistible stench of class. I said, Why did it happen? they said, teacher, rubbish, rubbish. I said Stop, answer the door, someone will come and get us out of this mess, the smell.he seems bewitched. Look, they can't finish. 1.90. Our Mighty Mighty scavenger.

He'll start cleaning right away. I'll open the windows right now. It loses its effect when fresh air penetrates. And our assistant teacher sprays jasmine-scented air freshener. The kids can't see us. But it fills them with the sweet smell of flowers.

Then we sit in the shape of a half moon in front of the garbage man. He talks while rehearsing. "I'm a scavenger," he says. "When I sleep in the morning or in the middle of the night, I pick up neighborhood trash. I have friends, too. Don't pick them up, either. If the garbage hadn't been collected, the streets would smell like your classroom today. Scavenger hunts are tough, guys. It's a very difficult job."
It tells without Ado. short, concise, sharp. It's getting bigger and bigger.

I can't tell you how they listen. Not without your eyes. Especially his son. He is proud of his father and admires him every time he says it. This look will give you life, believe me.

And then we all take pictures with our heroes. We say goodbye to our Stickman with applause and love. A father, a son. Two hearts healed. It is our job. Touch the heart. Ladies And Gentlemen! I can't bear to see a boy who's ashamed of his father's profession, making money with sweat. I can't be a teacher if I wait.
Several parents ask the next morning. "Our son has been saying since nightfall that when he grows up he will be a scavenger. What in God's name are you teaching these kids?"

I reply with a smile. "We teach to be human"..