The story of a husband who lost a mortgaged apartment after a divorce

Behind the black stripe there is always a white stripe. Sometimes things don’t go well, but they can always be seen as the start of something new. A chance to change your life. There is always a door, you just have to open it. Fate takes your silver to give you gold.



Editorial "Site" He shares this material primarily with those who have already given up. We want to hint that accidents are not accidental and in order for everything to change, we need to accept this challenge. Let us publish this short story here, let it act as a visual aid, how not to be discouraged.

I am an ordinary mechanic at the service station, although I have a higher engineering education. It just so happened that the job was offered five years ago, and I've been disassembling and assembling engines ever since. That's really mine. All the most difficult cases the boss gives me, there was no such thing that I did not understand something and customers were unhappy. But that's not the point.



I married a pretty girl around the same time. We were fine, we didn't live long enough until I caught her with someone else. At home. I forgot the documents and came to pick them up. This is it. We fought a lot. Of course I filed for divorce. Her family arranged everything so that flatThe one for which I paid the mortgage was in court.

Well, at least I got my old motorcycle. I have denied myself everything these five years, even buying new clothes: a mortgage, a loan for repairs, for household appliances. In short, I was left without an apartment, on the street. Well, at least the mortgage went with the apartment. I had to pack up and leave. I sincerely wished them happiness and said I had no regrets.



And here I am sitting with my suitcases and laptop in a hug on my motorcycle and realize that except for the summer cottage fifty kilometers from here to go nowhere. Parents are long gone, you will not sit on your head with relatives. He left the motorcycle at his station and went to the old one. grandma's houseI haven’t been there for maybe four years. Until we find a new apartment.



Everything changed dramatically there. The village was chosen not by poor people and during the time while I was away, huge mansions, barriers, expensive cars appeared here. There are almost no old houses left. Unless it's Grandma's. I cleaned it up a little over the weekend. The house is old, it is no longer suitable for permanent living. I thought I'd stop for a while and we'd see.

I went to a stop early Monday morning to get to work. It turned out that the bus was delayed and I, not to be late, decided to walk to the main road, and there to catch a ride; the village is not far away, three kilometers away. Even from afar I noticed a gorgeous car that stood by the side of the road.



When I got there, I found out there was a girl in the car. I asked her what happened. At first she was afraid to open the door, but then she decided. It turned out that the engine stopped and did not start. You can’t call anyone either, the connection is bad. I told her I was a mechanic and I could see what was going on. She opened the hood.

Two minutes later, the engine started, and I asked her to come to my station to replace one part. Then she left on her own business, and I continued to work, thinking about how I should be in my situation. But the bad news isn't over yet. The chief brought us all together and told us he had to sell us. business. We have until the end of the week to finish our business here. I managed in one day and got the calculation.



That’s how overnight I was left without anything: without a family, an apartment and a job. All I had to do was get on my bike and go to my grandmother’s house. But I didn’t want to end the day in complete confusion. I went and bought a jacket that I had been looking at for months. It is only suitable for one thing – to ride a motorcycle.

There he bought new jeans, glasses, gloves and expensive shoes. In the store I put it all on, filled up a full tank with the last money and flew towards my cottage. The speed affected me like refreshing. I suddenly realized that I could be a completely different person, allow myself more, open any doors! It was a real revelation.



On the way home, I overtook that girl and honked her. Soon she stopped near my house, staring at me from head to toe. As if to make sure I asked, did I help her today? I nodded affirmatively. I had the feeling that she really liked me.

"White streak in life - Listen," she said. My dad loves sports cars, he has a few. He was going to race, but the car he needed seems to have broken down. The mechanic will arrive from Sweden in two weeks, and the race is already this weekend. Why don't you take a look at it? I'll introduce you to him, I think he won't mind.



I agreed out of sheer curiosity. It is clear that, most likely, I will not be able to do anything, because there is no tool at hand. My father listened to Tonya in surprise and first asked me how I could start her engine. I told you what the problem was. I thought he was surprised again. He eventually took me to the garage. To be honest, I was shocked.

It seemed to me that at the station where I worked, there was everything necessary. equipmentBut it turns out Tony's dad doesn't have a nuclear reactor in his garage. But I won't be around the bush for long. Two days after fully diagnosing the car’s systems, I told him what might be going on. Said I could fix it, but I'd better call a Swedish expert to let him go. Oleg Semenovich did so.



Life takes silver to give gold What can I say? It's been a few years since I freelance For exclusive cars, my agency is certified by world companies. I traveled half the world as an expert, and on the site of the old grandmother's house built a new, twice the size. The fleet of Oleg Semenovich and his entire team is still on me, and hundreds of clients are waiting for my consultation.



Most importantly. We married Tonya a year ago. I came to pick her up on my old motorcycle and in the jacket I had been hesitant to buy for so long, and ended up spending almost all the money I had at the time. I wonder how my life would have turned out if I hadn’t done it then. How long would you have to pay the loan?

A chance to change your life. Sometimes it looks like the last line, behind which there is nothing else. Never despair and give up - it can still happen. It’s important to think that you deserve more. Here's an interesting link on how to stop being afraid of failure. We'll see you in the comments!