In the room, I saw a familiar face. It was him. The same man. But not dirty and exhausted — in a white coat, composed and confident.

He recognized me too.

It turned out that the day I met him, he was on his way home after a tough night shift. Tired, without strength, he had just sat on the street and taken out a bun to eat something. I had mistaken him for a homeless man… But he was a doctor at this hospital.

I didn’t know where to hide from shame. But he just calmly said:

— Don’t worry, everything will be fine. I’ll help you.