We impact the lives of others, whether we want to, or not. Our decision, I think, is not IF we want to make a difference, but what kind of difference will we make? The proverbial couch potato, absent any extenuating circumstances, will most likely set an example of laziness. What say ye?
In response, I'd like to share this story I recently read:
That story is truly inspiring, thank you for sharing it. It teaches us that sometimes the greatest treasure we can aquire in life is the appreciation of those we treated kindly.
THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR SHARING THIS! The little things do mean a lot!
I wish I could find the story I wanted to share online but cannot remember where to find it. Anyway, the story by Guancarlo reminded me of it.
A woman wrote to a magazine we have back home that is geared towards those who have moved away and want to share stories about the home they miss and stories from their childhood.
Her story was about her favourite Christmas in Newfoundland. It was Christmas when she was little and it didn't start very good. It was Christmas Day and her parents were fighting. The gist of the fight was that her father lost his job a short while before and here on Christmas Day he had to admit that there was nothing under the tree for the family. In other words, no Christmas for the kids. After her parents fought a bit, her Dad, completely defeated left the house. She and her siblings didn't know if Dad would ever come home and were very upset. But magically, after a short while, Dad returned carrying a bag full of wonderful gifts for her and the family. A Christmas miracle! Years later her father told her what happened after he left the house. He wandered around the neighbourhood in the snow completely distraught until he happened to see that one business was still open. A small local pharmacy. he went in and saw that the pharmacist/owner was working alone and after a short chat he ended up sharing all his woes with the pharmacist about how he had no money and how he has failed his family for failing to provide any gifts for them.
Upon hearing of his plight, the pharmacist told him that he had plenty of Christmas gifts that were still unsold and told the man to take them for his wife and kids. Furthermore, the pharmacist wouldn't accept anything for them.
The woman who wrote the story knew that, being the owner of the pharmacy, these gifts came out of that pharmacist's own pocket, and considering he was working alone on Christmas Day despite having a young family himself, that it was truly a generous gift and one that must have come as bit of a personal sacrifice from the pharmacist. It gave her a great Christmas, saved her family, and she never forgot his kindness.
I, my mother, and my siblings read this story in the magazine which was only written more than 20 years after the event itself and what amazed us was that the pharmacist in question was my father and he never told any of us about it before.
Thankfully my Dad is still with us, and after 48 years in business, is still working up to 7 days a week in his pharmacy but considering what little stories I have already been told by some customers over the years of my father's kindness I can only imagine what ones will appear once the people involved will no longer have to worry about embarrassing their benefactor.