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Help and rewards.........

Last Friday, I had an opportunity to help a complete stranger whom I met in the bus. As I was departing after helping that person, the stranger thrusted £ 10 into my hands. Apart from customary statments usually people make at that time, I told the stranger, "I don't like this attitude". Finally, I returned the £10 note back.
When people try to quantify my help which I try my level best to do it without expectations, (Any help with expectations can't be classified as 'help') it really annoys me. I think people trying to quantify the help are trying to make it as a transaction. You did so much for me and I think you deserve this much.


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Ramnath said…
Reminds me of a small story. Once there was a priest who liked to say that 'Charity is rewarding. God will reward you three times more than what you give away.'

A rich man wanted to try it out and gave rs 10,000 to the poor. A couple of years passed, but his rs 30,000 didnt seem to be coming at all. So, he complained to the priest.

And the priest said, if you gave Rs 10000 with the expectation of getting Rs 30000, that's investment and not charity.
Anonymous said…
hey da,
it is an really interesting incident. can u put out further detail about it.
how did u help. who was the guy. how old was he.

take care,

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