A proud feeling

HUMANITARIAN


PROUD FEELINGS
written originally by: Artega Inspire

One day, I am currently eating lunch at a simple stall on the way back to my office. When I stepped off from my motorcycle, a boy, aged approximately 8 years, offering some sort of cakes. I rejected politely.
Having finished with my lunch, when I walked ascending to my motorcycle, the boy offered me again his cakes. I saw him, so thin and persistent on his offerings. Then, I took my money, rather big amount, and I gave him.
And said, this money is for you, I'm not buying your cakes, because I'm full after lunch. He accepted the money. But, before I'm ready to depart, I saw the boy running towards an old beggar and gave the money, I'm surprised, the money that I gave to him, was given to the old beggar! I stepped off again from my motorcycle. Called the boy and ask him, why did you gave out the money that I give to you?
The child explained, my mother said, I may not beg, if I bring home the money from you, Sir, my mother will know the total price I sell cakes, that it is not the same with the money I brought home.
So, the only way is I have to give your money to the beggar.
I'm stunned in a great surprise, and then, I ask him.
How much is the cost for all your cakes? I want to buy them all! The boy is very delighted. He answered a sum of price and payed it to him directly.
He quickly wrapped all the cakes and accept the money from me.

There's domething here to learn.
We apparently have to learn from people who were marginalized that they teach their children for a clean family to be proud of.

Thanks to God to give me a chance for
a good example, realizing that Life is Hard but we have to keep our name clean to be proud of

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