The Story Of A Rich Man

Rich Men

The man was once asked, “How does it feel to be the richest man in the land?”

He said,

Richest man in the land…mmm…Well, I don’t know about that, but I certainly know of one who’s…”

After a pause,

“Many years ago, one day, while on duty in the downtown area, I paused at a stall selling newspapers.

A title in bold carried by one of them on display caught my sight. I wanted​ to buy a copy.

Rummaging my pockets, I couldn’t find the change (coins).

I stood there for a moment with my eyes still fixed on the paper, before moving away.

The observant boy ‘manning’ the stall pulled one and said:

“Take it.”

I said, “But I don’t have change”

“No problem, I’ll give you for free”.

The paper, on the inside, had an advertisement I found on subsequent perusal that was to change my life forever.

Six years later:

I was living in an affluent suburb and working from a marquee address in the central district. Downtown never figured in my beat.

On one occasion I suddenly remembered the incident – can’t quite recall what exactly triggered it. And I decided to find the boy.

Cutting to the chase, after a month and a half of search he was located – still at it, selling newspapers from a street a little away from where I had seen him last.

I asked him, “Remember me?”

There was no recognition. He looked at me head-to-toes, at my business suit, the sleek car I had alighted from…all way out of his league.

“You gave me for free a newspaper one day many years ago. I didn’t have the needed change.”

After some effort, “Yes, now I do.”

“I want to compensate you for what you did…and more. Tell me what would…?”

He cut in: “That’s very generous of you. Though, it still won’t be the same!”

“Eh?”

He said, “I gave you when you were poor and I could hardly afford give-away’s; you want to give me now, when you are rich. See?”

More words between us, to no avail…he stood where he stood.

I came away, my purse as heavy as ever, not a rupee poorer.

So, here I’m, unable to discharge my debt I owed. Now, what do you think? Does that make me…

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Source – Based on a story from Vijay (quora.com/profile/Vijay-Kr-25) coming originally from Institute of Chartered Accountants of India – CA Students. Images from Success Stories and rediff.com

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Don’t Mess With Geezers

OldMan Pixabay1 Don't Mess With Old Men

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What Are The Most Unforgettable Words Someone Said To You?

A 97-year-old Japanese woman visits a nearby Buddhist temple every evening to pray, and ring the bell until the sun sets. On one of my own routine visits, I sat inconspicuously near the stairs listening to the vibrations take over the silent winter evening. Only this day I failed to get up before she finished, and soon found myself at the end of her walking stick.

“Would you like some tea?” I was asked, while she strutted down the stairs without waiting for an answer.

Soon, I was being served matcha (Japanese powdered green tea) in her living room, as we talked away for half an hour or so before she looked at me and said:

“I have seen my children and grandchildren pass away before I could, but what makes me sad is how I remember less about them with each passing year.”

…”

 

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Source: quora (Likhith-Manjunath living in Japan for over 3 years)

Draw A Square With Two Lines!

Take a sheet of paper

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Now…draw the first line:

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And the second line.

Picture 3

And there you’ve it!!!

I too was taken in:-)

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Source: Thanks to Noah Johnson (Quora)