Sailor, who believe

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Rosary, leather jacket, faded voice, and a buzz haircut. The man looks like he's at least 30 years old. He rushed inside the bus being the last person to board, and at that same moment all my hopes for an empty seat beside crashed.

- Where can I find seat...
- Over here, - say i with disappointment.

For five hours we drove to another city in silence. It was time for me to finally start reading Castaneda's "Way of the Warrior". Though after stumbling upon the part where a massive bum was supposed to beat a child, i stoped and decided something another to read. Another book did not catch my attention. Here goes another one book. And yes! Although it was dusk and the road was bumpy. The bus swayed from one side of the road to another.

Finally, the last stop of the trip. I hop off the bus to stretch my legs a little, while talking to my childhood friend, standing at the stall. When out of sudden, I hear: "Is this your final stop? It is time to go, neighbor". I smiled at this clean shaving dude and enter to the bus. The driver has started engine.
For the whole trip, I had an uneasy thought. Is he a crook carrying a rosary or somebody else? After some contemplation I decide to ask him. He slowly pulled his sleeve up. I barely see some tattoo over his arm. Though in the darkness I can't see anything. He is jokingly trying to show me a tattoo on his chest saying he has church domes all over it.

- No, i'm not a criminal. A sailor to be precise.
The guy was only 24 years old. He told me about his childhood in the village, about his parents. He lossed his father and had to grow up too early. And go to hard work. Work at sea is also eternal loneliness and loss of loved ones. In the literal and figurative sense. The sea took many from him...

- I was actually reading that book of yours while you had it.. That one about an upbringing of a child. I have no idea why somebody has to hire a bum to follow one's child, and after, beat of him. My father was rough with me only twice in my lifetime. As you can see, that was much helpful (he faltered). Did you read that book to the end?

- No, i didn't. The book is peculiar. I chose another one to read after that,- i replied, while paying close attention to his rough calloused hands.
- I was worried that you wouldn't understand me peeking in your book. It had such a small font. Well, what's the other one is about? - my neighbor softly asked in a faded voice.

- About a climber-nurse. He opened schools for children in Pakistan and hope it's help them do not learn bad things from extremists. He wanted to defeat terrorism with learn good things.

- To overcome evil with good? Did he achieve success? -He asked and started to spin the rosemary.
- Did he achieve success?, - he asked and started to spin the rosary.
- I have no idea, unfortunately have just read a few pages. I don't even think he will achieve anything at all, - i replied, while closely watching his reaction.
He protested.
- This man will succeed, you'll see. He will reach his goal for sure!, - said my neighbor with full confidence, - I will be returning from the work in October. We will meet again by chance on this bus. And you will tell me how this story ended. But I know he can do anything. And the good will triumph. Is that a deal?
- Deal, - I answered, closely looking into the face of a man whom the sea added years (he was 24) and took away his friends ... Still unshakably believing in the power of good.

So if he can believing after a difficult childhood, loss of loved and friends, hard work at sea - we all the more сan.