The eight-year-old boy was running down the street, hurrying to school. He was late for math class and was already imagining how the teacher, with her stern face, would scold him again – either for being late or for an unclear answer. He couldn’t stand those moments of humiliation. And today, on top of that, the elevator wasn’t working, making him even later.

“She’s going to yell again… say I’m lazy again…” he thought as he hurriedly crossed the street.

Suddenly, his eyes fell on a gray car parked by the roadside. In the passenger seat sat a small child, about the same age as his brother. The child was crying, pounding on the glass with his fists, and calling for help in a hoarse voice. His cheeks were red, and his breathing was uneven. Inside the car, it was obviously sweltering. Around him, there wasn’t a single adult.

The boy froze. Two feelings battled inside him: fear of being late for an important class – and horror for the little child, who was clearly getting worse. He thought of his brother: “What if it were my brother and no one helped him?..”

Without hesitating another second, he grabbed a heavy stone from the ground and struck the glass with all his strength. The glass shattered, and the alarm went off. He reached inside and carefully pulled the crying child out.

Minutes later, a woman ran up – the child’s mother. Her face was full of tears and terror. The boy quickly explained what had happened. The woman, holding her son close, thanked him over and over again.

And he, wiping his hands on his shirt, simply sighed and continued on – to school. On the way, he only thought about what to say to the teacher.

As expected, the teacher greeted him with loud indignation:

— Late again! How many times is this! I’m calling your parents to school!

— But I… — he began, but the words caught in his throat.

— I don’t care what you were doing out there. How many times have I told you not to be late for my class? Sit down, and tomorrow I expect you with your parents.

The boy sat in his seat, but at that moment something unexpected happened 

Suddenly, the classroom door opened. In came the woman from the street, with the school principal beside her. The woman spoke loudly in front of the entire class:

— This boy saved my son’s life today. I wanted to tell everyone what a hero and smart boy you are. Not all your peers could have done something like this…

The class fell silent. The teacher, confused, was speechless. The principal approached the boy and handed him a small box. Inside was an e-book.

— You did the right thing, — said the prinщзcipal. — We are all proud of you.

The teacher, pale, looked at the boy and quietly added:

— I’m sorry… I didn’t know…

The boy wanted to say something, but at that moment he was very happy.

He realized that even the harshest words from teachers don’t matter if you’ve done something truly important. Sometimes good deeds are more important than lessons – the main thing is to be a good person.