What story can you get by lending money to friends?

Any adult knows, place: in a bank or even (God forbid) in a microcredit institution. But this is, as they say, the most extreme case. Most people are more accustomed to borrowing from parents, friends or colleagues.



However, there are some comrades who immediately forget about the borrowed money as soon as it is in their pocket. It’s a shame and something needs to be done about it. The main thing is to remember: do not lend an amount that will not be easy to say goodbye to. We will tell you some interesting examples of such situations.

With my relatives, we were connected by my difficult childhood of the 90s. Mom and Dad went to work to find a way to live. I was given custody by my aunt. The village.

I'm 5 years old, around chicken, geese and endless weeds. It's a lot of fun and fun. My cousin and I are walking around with the same small boobs, maybe 2-3 years older. Sometimes we go to the edge of the village to steal a car battery and melt out of its lead grilles to load himself for fishing rods.



And sometimes we can make a "raid" on other people's plots, pick cherries, cherries or apples. Childhood. During that difficult time, I remember eating separately with my cousin, or rather as if he was called to the house for 15 minutes, and I was told to take another walk or bring water to chickens from a nearby spring. But Andrew once told me that he was “forced” to eat something, and he hates it.

I didn’t think of that at that age. Only then it turned out that my parents sent my aunt money, and good money, which she spent as she saw fit. God be with her.



It's been 17, 20 years. I became a good IT person and things went uphill. And one day I got a call from Andriukha, who I haven't seen in over 15 years. Says, brother, help me out. He got into an accident and crashed the car, but still has to pay a lot of money to the victim for repairs. You got 200,000? I will, on receipt.

At first I thought they were crooks, but then, talking about childhood, I realized he was. He invited me to come to town. We met, remembered childhood, I scolded him for extra pounds, and he me for early weave, and we went to the tavern. Afterwards, having already been fairly well received, I suggested that the brother go to the notary to certify the receipt from him. The car is a serious business, and there is no income in the village, I understand everything.



At this point, Andrew was replaced. "Don't you believe me?" I'll give you every penny! This is a relative, but in my childhood I lived, almost sat on my neck! Why notary? You don't believe my word?! All that stuff. I got sober and sent my brother home by taxi. Believe me, the morning punished me not only with a hangover, but also with an impressive bill for the delivery of a relative.

The first thing I did was call my aunt. I asked him what was new and what was new. And here's what it turned out: Andrew our driver's license does not even have. There's no money for the car. But there's a girl, a city girl. She loves gifts and trips to Turkey. And Andrew loves her very much.



Of course I didn't give my brother the money. First of all, it won't -- for sure. And secondly, I think nothing good will come out of this union. He has two cousins and only a sister. Take a loan, don't give, and then stop communicating. In short, it's hardly worth it.

The second case was 5 years ago, when I was still a student and lived in a dormitory. You know, “communal” life, of course, has its own original romance, but it is far from what is shown in the series “Univer”. There are scandals and holidays.

In general, one of my neighbors asked me for a loan of 1000 hryvnia, before the scholarship. The amount is small, by today’s standards. However, for a student who did not even have a part-time job, it was quite impressive. But I borrowed it.



As always, my money was in no hurry to come back. The time has come, and there is no answer from the neighbor. So I snorted, made a scandal. I remember that 10 people ran away to scream and, most importantly, everyone defended her, not me. You don't seem to understand how embarrassing you are, and you're a friend!

It was a shame, but I was not going to give up. The funny thing is that the offer to pay a debt to me instead of her, none of the “defenders” even hinted. I suggested a deadline of a week. All the witnesses. She agreed, and we went to the rooms.

What did I see exactly in 7 days? Red with tension, but smiling face of his ex-girlfriend, who locked a huge bag, like Santa Claus in cartoons, with thundering, on the whole dormitory building, contents. Yes, she paid the debt in small things.



Her face, glowing with happiness and mischief, changed a little when I took away my debt and even thanked her. And the thing is, somewhere in that period of time, I learned that some collectors were collecting coins that were not minted correctly for certain years. In any case, the bank is happy to change this little thing.

It took only one evening with the series in the background and a careful examination of the coins to find out that my neighbor, in fact, brought me not 1, but as much as 3 and a half thousand hryvnias. All of the “false” coins were bought from me by some spectacle from the neighboring case, which apparently collected them. And this cash bonus was very useful to me in the future.



In the end, I want to note that you need to carefully choose the people to whom you lend. And be more attentive to your surroundings: it is very hurtful when people you know are not on your side.

As you can see, things happen in life. Sometimes giving a man a loan is saving him. And sometimes it even hurts. There is nothing wrong with asking why the money is needed and when it will come back. And then decide whether to do charity or not.