A Steady Job
My old schoolmate’s father is a driver. He drives a large truck, covering long distances across the United Sates. When I was a kid I always admired his profession. He worked at cheap moving New York. And it seemed to me that nothing could be better than to look over the surroundings and peer into the never approaching horizon. And in the night to catch the light of the passing by streets lamps with your curious eyes.
And now a long time has passed since those days. My friend’s father is still working for the packing company New York. Everything stays the same for him. His is quite pleased with his job in spite of the world’s crisis. He has got a steady job and there is nothing more for him to be desired.
But my own life has changed radically. Naive childish dreams are gone far away. I have tried to determine my own mission in this world. I also want to help people. But in some other way. I am doctor now. And my profession puts serious obligations on me.
And what for my friend’s father? He is OK. Maybe some day I will ask him to help me when I am going to move. He does the New York residential moving. I am sure that I can rely on him fully.