Are we kind or are we mean ?
“She asked him, 'How much are you selling the eggs for?'
The old seller replied, '$0.25 an egg, Madam.
'She said to him, 'I will take 6 eggs for $1.25 or I will leave.'
The old seller replied, 'Come take them at the price you want. Maybe, this is a good beginning because I have not been able to sell even a single egg today.'
She took the eggs and walked away feeling she has won.
She got into her fancy car and went to a posh restaurant with her friend. There, she and her friend, ordered whatever they liked. They ate a little and left a lot of what they ordered. Then she went to pay the bill. The bill costed her $45.00, she gave $50.00 and asked the owner of the restaurant to keep the change.
This incidence might have seemed quite normal to the owner but, very painful to the poor egg seller. The point is, why do we always show we have the power when we buy from the needy ones ? And why do we get generous to those who do not even need our generosity?
My father used to buy simple goods from poor people at high prices, even though he did not need them. Sometimes he even used to pay extra for them. I got concerned by this act and asked him why does he do so? Then my father replied, "It is a charity wrapped with dignity, my child."
This week has already been a lot on me and today at work I’m waiting on my tables the same as I always do.
I proceeded to check this table out and the lady asks Lady: How much would you like for a tip? Me: Whatever you give me is fine. Lady: what do you need? Me: Nothing Man with the lady: How old are you? Me:24 Him: you have kids? Me: yes a son, he’s 4. Her: if he needed anything how much would it be? Me: He needs a lot I’m not sure( I smile and walk away) Her: you pay all your bills? Me: yes ma’am Her: if you had a pay a bill today what would it be? Me: Rent Her: How much is your rent? Me: $375 Her: Okay I’m leaving you a $375 tip, I’m paying your rent for august.
Y’all I couldn’t do anything but cry!!! This was a blessing in disguise!
“My father quit on us when I was five. Mom remarried a few years later.
She then passed away in a car accident when I was nine. Both biological parents were gone before I turned ten. I was stuck living with my Mom’s new husband whom I had only known for a short time. He wasn’t my “real” dad.
Randle isn’t even my real last name.
Steve Randle then showed me the meaning of real. He dedicated his life to raising us (I have a younger sister and brother).When Steve met my Mom, he was a successful attorney. As a single parent dealing with deep sorrow, he gave up so many of his own interests to be there for me. He has taught me more about life than anyone else – the most important being belief in myself, commitment to family, and faith in God. I have never made a major personal or professional decision without seeking his advice first. Graduated from college with his support. Chose my career path with his guidance.
I’m a better dad because of his example. Anyone can be a father. It takes love, support and encouragement to be a real dad. My last name is Randle. It means more to me than any amount of money, possessions, or corporate titles.
There are several I admire but Dad is my only hero. Happy Father’s Day this week, DAD! Beyond grateful to be your son. -Nate”
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