The key to the bridge.

There were once two old good friends. One of them was John and the other was Gábor.

They knew each other for decades, went together on the roads, carrying hundreds of common memories on their backs.

But John changed over time. He made a promise to others more and more, and he always trusted them as if Gábor would fix the mistakes from the background anyway.

If the work went wrong, when the bridge was half -finished, John always thought, "No problem, Gábor would help anyway. He's the sure key to open the door I got stuck."

And indeed, it was often the case. Gábor stood there, corrected the mistakes, and took not only the burden of his own but also John on his back.

But after a while he noticed that John was no longer learning from his mistakes. In fact, he is used to being able to always pass responsibility.

Then Gábor stopped.

"The key is with me, John," he said. - But I won't open all the doors for you. If I always solve it, you will never learn to walk your own way.

And here came the realization: help is not a duty, but a gift.

Whoever considers it as a gift appreciates.

But whoever demands it will sooner or later lose it.

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This story is about Gábor: that my responsibility is not to always fix other mistakes - but that I know when to hand over the key and when to keep it.