The Choice It was very hot. There were few passers-by in the dusty streets. It was unbearable to be out in such heat for a long time. There was slowly coming one donkey in a small street of the village. Its owner was sitting on its back and beside them was following a little boy. All three were very tired and were looking for some place to take a rest. They wanted to rest under the big tree in its shadow. This village was unknown for father and son, they went there to trade and now they were coming back. Both were tired of the heat and thought may be someone would give them some water. “Poor child, – suddenly heard the passengers – he hardly catches up you with his little legs, look how tired he is! And you, his father, are shamelessly sitting on that donkey and feel yourself good.” The angry passer-by strictly rebuked the father. These words made father to feel sad, sorry and ashamed. As soon as they passed by that street, he came down and put his son on the donkey. “Not even ashamed?!” – It was someone’s voice; at first they couldn’t understand what was going on. “little boy with full of strength is sitting on the donkey and his poor father is so tired that hardly catches up them.” – said another angry passer-by to the passengers. The boy felt very ashamed and asked his father to sit back to him. And as soon as they took shelter behind the corner the father sat on the donkey too and continued their way like that. Evening came. It got a bit cooler. People appeared in the streets. They were watching unknown passenger with interest. The donkey was going along the dusty road and was carrying its passengers. “Just look at them! – Said one woman don’t you take pity on that poor donkey? You are both sitting on it and feeling yourself good. How can you torture it like that?!” The father came down, put his son down and they left that place without saying anything. After a few steps, one more unknown passer-by said with laugh: “You are so funny. You hardly walk and this donkey idly follows you. Why do you need it if you don’t make it work?” The father got angry: “Whatever you are doing, always can be found someone who won’t like it or who would laugh at you or rebuke you. It’s our choice how and where we will go. it’s up to us who will be running and who will ride the donkey. This is our life and we make a choice how to pass it.