Journal 63 – My friends’ children

I spent my childhood in the small village. In these times, I was one of the habitants who studied at the college. My neighbor had two mentally under-developed children. The neighbor’s wife scared the assault when she was pregnant with her first child. My neighbor asked me, “Stefek, you are a well educated person, please help our children. Tell us to kinds of doctors we can go”.
I felt for them; simultaneously I knew that they didn’t understand that an undergrowth and mentally illness are two different things. We can explain it use a very simply comparison. An under-developed person is one who was rich for whole his life. However, a mentally ill person is one who was rich but he lost his wealth. It isn’t my idea. I learned it during my studies. My professor made this kind of comparison and I remembered it for whole my life.
One little explanation. Stefek is my nickname.