#offtopic
I never believed the notion that people could betray others just for the sake of earning some money.
However, working at SMART LC with people from different walks of life, hiring the ones belonging to both the younger and older generation has taught me the reverse is actually more frequent.
There were times when people were willing to spit at my face to get a bit of money in their pockets.
There were times when teachers made a plan with the students provided by the LC to move to a different location without letting me know, after years of thriving, enjoying my support.
There were many others who also did things of unspeakable nature.
I was betrayed, spat at and stabbed in the back too many times until now, scars of the wounds have become decorations hiding my spine.
Some people can sell their souls in a heartbeat for a little amount even if it means getting the sharpest knife 🔪, sharpening it even further and stabbing the one who supported you the most in the back hoping they won't even know where the attack came from.
Unfortunately though, I always ended up finding out the harsh truth, which has never been easy to take.
Of course, every hero of this true story remains anonymous. The sole purpose of this post is to serve as a reminder of my own failures when it comes to trusting people.
@tohir_isroilov
I never believed the notion that people could betray others just for the sake of earning some money.
However, working at SMART LC with people from different walks of life, hiring the ones belonging to both the younger and older generation has taught me the reverse is actually more frequent.
There were times when people were willing to spit at my face to get a bit of money in their pockets.
There were times when teachers made a plan with the students provided by the LC to move to a different location without letting me know, after years of thriving, enjoying my support.
There were many others who also did things of unspeakable nature.
I was betrayed, spat at and stabbed in the back too many times until now, scars of the wounds have become decorations hiding my spine.
Some people can sell their souls in a heartbeat for a little amount even if it means getting the sharpest knife 🔪, sharpening it even further and stabbing the one who supported you the most in the back hoping they won't even know where the attack came from.
Unfortunately though, I always ended up finding out the harsh truth, which has never been easy to take.
Of course, every hero of this true story remains anonymous. The sole purpose of this post is to serve as a reminder of my own failures when it comes to trusting people.
@tohir_isroilov