98 year old dobri dobrev, a man who lost his hearing in the second world war, walks 10 kilometers from his village in his homemade clothes and leather shoes to the city of sofia, where he spends the day begging for money.
though a well known fixture around several of the city’s churches, known for his prostrations of thanks to all donors, it was only recently discovered that he has donated every penny he has collected — over 40,000 euros — towards the restoration of decaying bulgarian monasteries and churches and the utility bills of orphanages, living instead off his monthly state pension of 80 euros.
This guy is so… awesome. Amazing. Inspiring.
OK crying. restored faith in humanity…
Every once in a while, I’ll start to get that empty feeling in my heart again and I’ll read through our old messages to see what went wrong. We used to be so close. We talked every single day, texted 24/7, and talked on the phone for hours, and now we can hardly keep a conversation going. I miss you, I miss us, I miss the memories, I miss everything that had to do with you. But you left me, and just like everyone else who left, you never gave me a reason why.