Food
For Thought..
It
was a rainy night in New Orleans;
At
a bus station in the town,
I
watched a young girl weeping
As
her baggage was taken down.
It
seems she'd lost her ticket
Changing
buses in the night.
She
begged them not to leave her there
With
no sign of help in sight.
The
bus driver had a face of stone
And
his heart was surely the same.
"Losing
your ticket's like losing cash money,"
He
said, and left her in the rain.
Then
an old Indian man stood up
And
blocked the driver's way
And
would not let him pass before
He
said what he had to say.
"How
can you leave that girl out there?
Have
you no God to fear?
You
know she had a ticket.
You
can't just leave her here.
You
can't put her out in a city
Where
she doesn't have a friend.
You
will meet your schedule,
But
she might meet her end."
The
driver showed no sign
That
he'd heard or even cared
About
the young girl's problem
Or
how her travels fared.
So
the old gentleman said,
"For
her fare I'll pay.
I'll
give her a little money
To
help her on her way."
He
went and bought her a ticket
And
helped her to her place
And
helped her put her baggage
In
the overhead luggage space.
"How
can I repay," she said,
"the
kindness you've shown tonight?
We're
strangers who won't meet again
A
mere "thank you" doesn't seem right."
He
said, "What goes around comes around.
This
I've learned with time--
What
you give, you always get back;
What
you sow, you reap in kind.
Always
be helpful to others
And
give what you can spare;
For
by being kind to strangers,
We
help angels unaware."
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