How about you?

Would you help the ugliest person in the world? Imagine someone smelling bad and looking like a cockroach. We are different and make different choices in life, but the word of the God is eternal.
My father had a problem with the King Alcohol. In 2011 he fall down to ditch under the influence of alcohol. The first aid people said that he had been in there for many hours. Many walked by but didn't pay attention. The degrees outside were minus 25 celsius. He was rushed to the central hospital. After weeks he had to undergo surgery. Some of the fingers had to cut off because of the damage the cold had made. Should we care about everyone? Should we have mercy? Some day you can be in the same situation as my father and who is then going to hear your shouts? "Act and behave as you want yourseves to be treated." I loved my father.

Respect

"What is love? I was seeking it so long time. Just a blink of an eye or just a lie?" they sing in a finnish song. I was seeking love too, before I really understood what it was. Even now it is hard to pounder. So that you would understand piece of my thoughts, I'm going to share something about my life.

My father was important to me. I loved him. Even though he was drunk every day after work and weekends, he was always good to me. After coming home from work he brought me some sweets. Chocklad, lollipop, candy. He loved me also much, even he didn't always show it. He was comforting me when I was sad. He took me into his arms when I was crying. He cut my nails when mom was afraid to hurt me with the scissors. He taught me how to drive a bike without helping wheels. He taught me the secrets of making pancake. "Don't eat before every piece is ready." he said. The last thing he did was about cardriving. My father died in January 2011. He had sickness the doctors didn't found. Also his eyes couldn't see clear because of cataract. He was just 65 years old, but the death doesn't look age.

I didn't always understand my father, when he was sick. There were times when he just stared at TV, but from his eyes I saw the happiness every time I went to see him. Sometimes we didn't have words, but the presence was enough. I regret that I didn't fill his last wish - I didn't know it was his last. He asked me many times to sleep next to him like I did when I was small girl. I just didn't have time. One day, before he was taken to hospital I found him from the balcony - fallen. I took him by hand to the sofa. He had cold. I took a warm cover and put over him. I hugged him. When he was low in his braveness, I gave him courage. "Father, wait for the surgery. Afterwards you will see better." He looked me deep into my soul with trust on his voice and asked "Are you sure?". "Yes father." I answered. He smiled at me. "You are my beloved daughter."

When he was taken into hospital, I visited him while I was trying to study. We didn't have much to do in the hospital. Just we spend time by talking and watching TV. "Come father, "The Last Summer Wines" is coming." and we went. He never revealed me did he see better or not. I just wanted to believe his words that he did.

He had the mercy to see me graduating from high school. He was so proud. I was nerveous on him because he rised up many times during the ceremony while other people were sitting. I didn't understand that he was doing so because he didn't have strenght to sit all the time. He had wounds in his body, but he never complained. There was problem in his lungs because he had been smoking for years. It was hard to breathe. The slime had taken over his lungs. It made even eating difficult. He lost weight. He became more and more week. We were singing christian songs to him. He was listening carefully. The feaver came and he survived. Second feaver came and he died. My last words to him were: "I love you father. Trust in God." The tears were draining down his cheecks.