Stories by allen (4 matches)

A True Story From Kolkata


Every day a lady passes my home on the way to the park. Over each arm she carries a large bag which contains many packets. Each packet has a name written on it in pencil. As she enters the gate of the park she is greeted by a number of stray dogs. 

Each one pushes the other away in order to be nearer to her. She puts down each bag on a park bench and takes the packets out, one at a time. Every dog sits an orderly semi-circle, waiting to be called. When each dog hears his name called by the lady it steps forward for its packet. When every dog has eaten, the lady goes away without a word. 

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The Most Important Body Part

My mother used to ask me what the most important part of the body is.  Through the years I would take a guess at what I thought was the correct answer. When I was younger, I thought sound was very important to us as humans, so I said, "My ears, Mommy."  She said, "No. Many people are deaf. But you keep thinking about it and I will ask you again soon." Several years passed before she asked me again. Since making my first attempt, I had contemplated the correct answer.  So this time I told her, "Mommy, sight is very important to everybody, so it must be our eyes."  She looked at me and told me, "You are learning fast, but the answer is not correct because there are many people who are blind." Stumped again, I continued my quest for knowledge and over the years, Mother asked me a couple ... Read Full Story >>

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Love Knows No Bounds

There is this poor peasant from a backward village of Bihar. He belongs to the class of people who live below the poverty line. Manjhi is his name. He is now almost sixty years old.

Some five years ago, Manjhi was troubled to see his wife go around a hill to fetch water for the family. His old lady had to make a long and tiresome trip to the river, fill her pitcher with water and make the trip back home.

So Manjhi decided to do something about the problem. He is illiterate and a very poor man, but he began hacking, chipping and cutting a path through the hill. It was a herculian task. The people around scoffed at him. But Manjhi went on attacking the hill day after day, month after month and finally carved a path through the hill after three years, to the river. He did this job alone and single handed with simple tools. So great was his love for his wife that in the end he succeeded.

This is a true story. Today the government has given him a reward and are now working on enlarging the road this poor farmer had begun.

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How I Found Happiness That Day

The typical rickshaw puller (Pedi cab driver) works like a beast of burden and barely earn forty rupees a day (a dollar).

One cold winter morning (around 5 a.m.), I got out on the road. I had to walk to my school, which is just 10 minutes away. But then a voice inside told me to make some one happy today.

I got on to a rickshaw. The puller was an old and gaunt fellow. I asked him to drive over to the school. We arrived in a few minutes. The fare for that distance was only five rupees or even less if I bargained.

Instead, I got down and placed a fifty rupee note in his hand. He said he had no change for such a’ big’ amount. I told him that I was giving the entire 50 rupee note … He was shocked and surprised!  He gazed at me with gratitude-filled eyes.

I told him this morning God whispered in my ear: “Make this rickshaw-man happy!”

He looked at the red rising ball, the Sun, and praised the Sun while kissing the 50 rupee note.

I felt very happy that day.

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