Parable: A young doctor

Once in a village, wanting to help people, came a young doctor. When he worked for a year a country doctor, died, one of his regular patients, a common man, neither bad nor good. The deceased all his life tried as best I could: help thy neighbor, in vain not to offend anyone, and indeed did not take offense. Big boss he did not, although the last in the village was not.
From afar came the relatives made the funeral arrangements, set a time. However, at the time going only distant relatives, the doctor and nobody else. They looked out into the yard, looked at the street as if everything around has died, complete silence. But nothing to do, waited for a while and suffered themselves. Fortunately, the graveyard was near. Told, buried, said the word. After that went home for the Wake. Approaching the hut, and in front of her in the yard full of people - almost the entire village came to mourn. And farewell.
In the morning guests from afar, gathered to disperse. Together with them in the street began to gather their belongings and a young doctor.
Someone asked him:
- Why are you leaving, because you came to help them?
He replied:
These people are beyond help!