The other day in the morning I drive my daughter from Jakovec to Varazdinda and buy books for her. I bought them and on my way to the parking lot to pay for the parking lot, a small Roma boy with an outstretched hand came up to me and said, "Cicci please something for food"
i just got it and said? "Now you will lend me a parking lot" and this was the most beautiful story.
The slot machine showed 5 kuna, I had only 4. The little Roma noticed I was missing 1 kuna. He took out 1 kuna from his pocket in a desire to upgrade the machine. I ignored and my 18 year old daughter did the same. He insisted on putting it in the machine gun but due to his age he could hardly work his fingers,
I looked at him and laughed: "Wait a minute, my daughter had a little one and she pulled out a parking card and gave the coin to the little gentleman."
He did not know how to thank him, and I rewarded his move with a sincere embrace for his selfless help.
When we got home we told the story to the housewives and believe me tears came because of his kindness and desire for help, regardless of nation, faith age. He is my hero, he is my God!
