In an ambulance, we are always running. We are running towards a call, towards the unknown, towards a person who is waiting for help. But it was in this rush that I learned to appreciate small stops: a sip of hot tea between calls, a smile from a passerby, a glance from a colleague. Sometimes they restore strength more than rest.
In life, it is the same - you can run endlessly, or you can stop and notice that happiness is sitting nearby, quietly and modestly. The main thing is not to pass by.

Today I caught myself thinking again that happiness is not in big events that we wait for months. It is hidden in small things that are easy to miss in the hustle and bustle. For example, the morning begins with the smell of fresh bread from the nearest bakery. I go to work, and the wind plays with my hair, as if it wants to cheer me up before a hard day.

And then on a call I see the smile of a patient who has felt better, and I understand: this is exactly why I once chose medicine. Not because...

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