The entire Serbia has been crying over the FB status of psychotherapist Vladimir: You have never read anything more humane, and there are no heavy words in it!

His message was liked by almost 5 thousand people, and that is why we are sharing it with you:

Facebook statuses of a psychotherapist and psychiatrist Dr. Vladimir Djuric always finds a wide response of the public and that was also the case in the last post he made about the mental hospital and the people who end up there.

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His message was liked by almost 5 thousand people, and that is why we are sharing it with you:

"In these fifteen years since I have been practicing Medicine... I was a witness of many fascinating cases...

However...

Fascinatingly beautiful...

And even more fascinatingly ugly...

Successful and unsuccessful childbirths...

Successful and unsuccessful reanimations...

Successful and unsuccessful suicide attempts...

Successful and unsuccessful last breaths...

However...

A single ordinary afternoon has left the greatest impression on me... in the time of visit... in the "Madhouse" at the end of the city... 

Small person... entirely neat for Serbian conditions... neat in surgical, let alone psychiatric standards... clean curtains... one hospital bed... one chair... one desk with few old Russian classics with borrowed newspapers day before yesterday... in a complete discrepancy... with freshly brought bananas...

A gentleman... shaven... neat haircut... in pajamas... laughing...

Man and a woman in gentleman attires... worried... in a visit...

He is happy that someone came to visit... "even in a place like this"... and that he can call someone "his"...

They are sad... worried that they see only a shadow of their friend from high school...

Friend... who was once so handsome... so young... and dashing... unbreakable... intelligent... with all A's... capacity... and potential...

Always in good mood and with a smile...

Until the second year of Faculty of Electrical Engineering... when he started searching for some strange symbolics and connection in numbers and formulas... and that he has a feeling that there is some special message for him there... 

And when paranoid schizophrenia started accomplishing its evil goals written in his genetics...

And when he was hospitalized for the first time on psychiatry department... at the agitation patients' ward...

And soon the other time...

And before you know it... twenty-second time...

A friend... who soon started deteriorating... bodily and physically...

A friend who became just a shadow after 12 years of treatment...

Only a shell of his former self...

A memory of the possibility... to be happy...

And a friend who was so unlucky to lose a mother with all the troubles, the only one who took care of him... fed him... bathed him... dressed him... and "made him" drink medications... 

The only person who... loved him...

(Everybody was wondering how she managed to hold on so much with the greatest pain of all... sentenced to watch her sick son every day...)

Who soon ended up on the streets... homeless... without food, and more importantly... without medications... 

But a friend who was so lucky for a woman... who was just visiting him... to accidentally meet him in Tasmajdan park on a bench with two bags... his entire property... beard of two years and with unwashed hair... and to offer him a piece of a bagel... which was too much for her... which she usually does... when she sees someone less fortunate than her...

And she recognized His Eyes... and the scar on the face from the Graduation trip in Budapest when he defended himself from that jerk who later became a minister...

And she was completely shocked... for a record short period on such a sight... and to motivate her even faster...

To organize her class...

To get the phones ringing...

She was the president of a class community... and that class was famous in entire Belgrade... about everything... about good... 

She called the treasurer who is now in Canada to gather money... the best way he can...

She contacted the class secretary... now an exquisite lawyer... to help about guardianship over the Friend...

And the worst student in the class... to ask him if he will allow the Friend some time to spend in one of the apartments he is renting all over Vracar... to recover at least a little bit... to eat... to wash... to warm up... because who knows if he would have completed the second grade in high school if the Friend hasn't done his exam... the last one in the year...

And at the end... the biggest geek in the class... now, the assistant professor ... a distinguished head of the department at the clinical center ... who after several weeks of consultations came up with a proposal for a long-term solution ...

- I asked around... we will pay for his accommodation on psychiatric ward... there is a department at the edge of the city where everything is well organized... like in Europe... he will have everything he needs... food... care... medications... doctors... he will be able to rest from everything... and to save his soul...

The class community was unanimous... like always...

They created a bank account... and a schedule of visits... every week, two from the class... with possible unannounced visits of friends who come from abroad... and school reunions... which were celebrated somehow happier and stronger from that moment... 

I remember the chills I had... while the colleague told me all this...

The feeling I had of falling through the chair in doctors room... I remember sitting there for the next half an hour and watching through the window...

And thinking...

Is this possible in our country?

In this decade?

After all we've been through?

Do these people really still exist?

People with a capital P?

Righteous...Honorable... and good...

Altruistic and empathic...

People who want to help...

People that will make you feel ashamed of yourself... no matter what you have accomplished so far...

And who show that everything is possible... if you want something... 

If you seek for ways... not excuses...

I remember the thinking... that you can see the most normal human qualities and the most beautiful emotions in the "Madhouse" even before this... love... pride... gratitude... sincere smile... friendship... loyalty... and humanity... 

Those are made to protect those who can't protect themselves...

Those for whom this Real Life is too rough...

And I was thinking...

That we can't choose the family we are born in...

Nor genetics...

Nor sicknesses that genetics carries...

Nor the weight of the destiny that was intended for us...

But we can choose friends...

At least that we will be friends to someone...

To someone who can give nothing in return...

Someone who has no way of repaying us...

Except with eyes full of gratitude...

No matter how sick those eyes were...

And at the end...

The "Madhouse" is much better suited with the term "Hospital for the Soul"...

Because...

You will rarely find People with more Soul...".

(Telegraf.co.uk)