From Katherine Hepburn
“Once when I was a teenager, my father and I were standing in line to buy tickets for the circus.
Finally, there was only one other family between us and the ticket counter. This family made a big impression on me.
There were eight children, all probably under the age of 12. The way they were dressed, you could tell they didn’t have a lot of money, but their clothes were neat and clean.
The children were well-behaved, all of them standing in line, two-by-two behind their parents, holding hands. They were excitedly jabbering about the clowns, animals, and all the acts they would be seeing that night. By their excitement you could sense they had never been to the circus before. It would be a highlight of their lives.
The father and mother were at the head of the pack standing proud as could be. The mother was holding her husband’s hand, looking up at him as if to say, “You’re my knight in shining armor.” He was smiling and enjoying seeing his family happy.
The ticket lady asked the man how many tickets he wanted? He proudly responded, “I’d like to buy eight children’s tickets and two adult tickets, so I can take my family to the circus.” The ticket lady stated the price.
The man’s wife let go of his hand, her head dropped, the man’s lip began to quiver. Then he leaned a little closer and asked, “How much did you say?” The ticket lady again stated the price.
The man didn’t have enough money. How was he supposed to turn and tell his eight kids that he didn’t have enough money to take them to the circus?
Seeing what was going on, my dad reached into his pocket, pulled out a $20 bill, and then dropped it on the ground. (We were not wealthy in any sense of the word!) My father bent down, picked up the $20 bill, tapped the man on the shoulder and said, “Excuse me, sir, this fell out of your pocket.”
The man understood what was going on. He wasn’t begging for a handout but certainly appreciated the help in a desperate, heartbreaking and embarrassing situation.
He looked straight into my dad’s eyes, took my dad’s hand in both of his, squeezed tightly onto the $20 bill, and with his lip quivering and a tear streaming down his cheek, he replied; “Thank you, thank you, sir. This really means a lot to me and my family.”
My father and I went back to our car and drove home. The $20 that my dad gave away is what we were going to buy our own tickets with.
Although we didn’t get to see the circus that night, we both felt a joy inside us that was far greater than seeing the circus could ever provide.
*That day I learnt the value to Give.*
*The Giver is bigger than the Receiver.*
*If you want to be large, larger than the life, learn to Give.*
*Only if you Give can you Receive more. The Givers heart becomes the Ocean, in tune with the Almighty – The Source*
*Love has nothing to do with what you are expecting to get – only with what you are expecting to give – which is everything.*”
This reminds me of an incident my 96 year old Uncle, (My father’s youngest brother in the picture below) shared with me about my benevolent father, when I called on him yesterday :
He is so fond of his brother, that he has my father’s photo by his bedside and is passionate, recalling many anecdotes like this :
“Rajah was just out of the ICU In Erskine Hospital, Madurai. Many VIPs used to come to see him including Ministers but only a selected few were allowed by a devoted set of Teachers guarding him. One day a Lady HM came and was denied entry. Rajah overheard her crying outside ‘I need this letter from Rajah Iyer MLC very badly for the transfer to be with my husband. Please Please! “
Rajah asked the Teachers to allow her who was all in tears’ expressing inexplicable problems with 3 children if she was not transferred to the place near Madurai where her husband was employed! She said ‘she came to know Rajah Iyer’ s help to many Teachers and that’s why she came all the way with high hopes ! ‘
Rajah was so kind he dictated a letter addressed to the DPI to one of the Teachers and asked him to get it typed in the hospital in his MLC Ltr head, signed and gave to her. No doubt she came back after a few days to thank Rajah! He was helping Teachers even from the ICU! “
Art of Giving is a Divine Quality!