I was fired from my job for giving first aid to a homeless and filthy man, but a few days later I learned something unexpected.
I had worked as a nurse at the city hospital for many years. Every day—dozens of patients, protocols, instructions, strict rules. It seemed I knew everything and always kept my composure. But one day fate decided to test me.
I was fired from my job for giving first aid to a homeless and filthy man, but a few days later I learned something unexpected.
That day a man appeared in the corridor. His appearance repelled people at once: dirty, torn clothes, matted hair, a long beard, a smell that made others turn away. Pain and despair flickered in his eyes.
“A homeless man…” I thought, and my heart clenched.
According to the rules, without documents we do not admit such people. But he was clutching his chest, trembling, barely able to stand. His lips were whispering:
“It hurts… it hurts so much…”
I couldn’t stand it. Everything inside me screamed that I had no right to walk past. Breaking the instructions, I sat him down, took his blood pressure, gave him an injection, put him on oxygen. His breathing steadied, the color returned to his face. The man thanked me in a quiet voice and left, hardly saying a word.
I went back to my duties, but soon I was summoned to the chief physician.
“You violated the rules,” he said dryly. “You’re fired.”
I was fired from my job for giving first aid to a homeless and filthy man, but a few days later I learned something unexpected.
I tried to explain myself, but it was useless. After signing the papers, I walked out of the office feeling hollow inside.
But a few days later something unexpected happened to me.
Several days passed. I was heading home in the evening when I noticed a familiar figure near my building.
The very same “homeless man.” But this time he was completely different—clean suit, expensive watch, neat haircut. I froze in surprise.
“You… you’re the one?” I whispered.
He smiled.
“Yes. That day I’d been in an accident, I was in shock and could hardly remember anything. I didn’t have any documents on me, and I looked the part. But you were the one who saved my life.”
I was fired from my job for giving first aid to a homeless and filthy man, but a few days later I learned something unexpected.
It turned out he was the owner of a large company, a millionaire. When he came to the hospital to thank me, he learned I had been fired. So he decided to find me personally.
“I value people who act by the call of the heart, not dry rules, above all,” he said. “Would you like to work for me—as my private nurse? The terms and salary will be better than you can imagine.”
And so, from a humiliated and dismissed employee, I became the personal assistant and nurse to a very influential man.
Fate punished me with dismissal, but rewarded me with a new life and a chance to be sure of this: kindness never goes to waste—what matters most is to remain human.