Three years after the stroke and no friend, everyone is suddenly busy, no one has time to visit an old friend. Sometimes he feels like a leper. Everyone gives me a great arc.

Some time ago on Facebook an ex-girlfriend of my "friend" asked if someone could help her with the computer. I wrote to her and we met for an interview. It turned out that the girl runs a business and needs someone to handle computers and software. Of course, I helped her, repaired 5 computers in total, and mastered the programs necessary for her work. The girl wanted to pay, but I didn't take a penny.

I said I liked it and would be happy to help next time. It was a month ago.

Today my wife went to work for the night, I was sitting watching TV and thinking about my old "friends". At least once in a while I would like someone to come over for a coffee and chat. So thoughtful, with a tear in my eye, I picked up the ringing phone.

"Are you home? Because I have a problem and I'd come over"

Of course I agreed, I thought that he would probably come with the computer for repair. When she stood in the doorway I was speechless. Instead of a computer, she was holding a wrapped package in her hand.

"You know Mikołaj left something with me and told you to pass it on to you."

I was surprised, I invited her for a coffee, we talked and by the way, I found out that I would be her private IT specialist, of course for money and for me to think, maybe it would open a position for a disabled IT specialist. It's nice of her, it's even nice to feel needed again.

Of course I will consider her offer, but what matters is that someone like her remembered me. Maybe she only did it because she needed my help, but it's more than that to me. I don't mean this gift, but the memory itself, how nice it would be if my "friends" could afford such a gesture. :)