My boss
drove a luxury car everyday and it was my duty to greet him and to open the
gates for him, as I worked as a watchman in his villa. But he never responded
back to my
greetings. One day he saw me opening the garbage bags outside the
villa in search for any leftover food. But, as usual he never even looked at
me, it was like as if he never saw anything! The very next day I saw a paper
bag at the same place, but it was clean and the food inside was covered well.
It was fresh and good food like someone had just brought it from the
supermarket. I didn’t bother as to where it came from, I just took the paper
bag and I was so happy about it. Every day I found this paper bag at the same
place with fresh vegetables and all that we needed for home. This became my
daily routine. I was eating and sharing this food with my wife and kids. I was
wondering who this fool could be?! To forget his paper bag full of fresh food
everyday. One day there was a big problem in the villa and I was told that my
boss has died.
There were too many guests coming to the villa that day and I
didn’t get any food that day, so I thought that one of the guests must have
taken it. But the same thing happened the 2nd day, the 3rd day and the 4th day.
It went on like this for a few weeks and I found it difficult to provide food
for my family, so I decided to ask the wife of my boss for a raise in my salary
or else I would quit my job as a watchman. After I told her, she was shocked,
and asked me, how come you never complained about your salary for the last 2
years? And why is this salary not enough for you now? I gave her so many
excuses but she was never convinced! Finally in the end, I decided to tell her
the truth, I told her the entire story of the bag of groceries, and as to how
it was my daily provision. She then asked me as to when this stopped? I told
her after the death of her husband. And then I realized that I stopped seeing
the paper bag immediately after the death of my boss. Why didn’t I ever think
of this before?
That it was my boss who was providing this for me? I guess it
was because I never thought that a person who never replied to my greetings
could ever be this generous! His wife started to cry and I told her to please
stop crying and that I’m really sorry that I asked for a raise, I didn’t know that
it was your husband who was providing me with the meals, I’ll remain as a
watchman and be happy to provide my service. His wife told me, I’m crying
because I’ve finally found the 7th person my husband was giving this bag full
of food. I knew my husband was giving 7 people everyday, I had already found
the 6 people, and all these days I was searching for the 7th person. And today
I found out. From that day onwards, I started to receive the bag full of food
again, but this time his son was bringing it to my house and giving it to my
hand. But whenever I thanked him, he never replied! Just like his dad! One day,
I told him THANK YOU in a very loud voice! He replied back to me to please not
be offended when he doesn’t reply, because he has a hearing problem, just like
his dad!” Oh! We have been wrong so many times judging others without knowing
the true story behind their actions. Be kind and courteous in dealing with
others, for everyone is fighting a hard battle.
Be careful, not everything is
about you. Before you assume, there is this thing called ASKING. Don’t just
jump to conclusion, because that is truly not an exercise, it may cause you
more harm at the end of the day. Many of our problems are caused by how we
process what happens around us. Don’t judge a situation you have never been in.
Be humble enough to learn. You do not know it all. Lets change the way we feel
about ourselves and others. There are two sides to a story. Don’t believe
everything you hear. Everyone you meet is fighting a battle you know nothing
about....
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