Saturday, 17 September 2011

The joy of giving

It's hard to understand how one feels in the extremely cold
weather unless he is there to experience first hand

A short touching story during the 60s

Mitch, a hardy 30 something New Yorker was totally compassionate and sympathetic towards homeless and desolate people during the long chilly cold winter. He would rush to buy 3 pairs of thick woolen hand groves the moment he received his fortnightly wage and accumulated them in his home. When the harsh winter arrived he would bring along his stock of hand groves for distribution to those on the streets he met not wearing the groves.

               The indispensable hand groves for the long cold winter

“How much?” the recipient would ask nonchalantly with a puzzling look.
“No need to pay……just a handshake will do.” Mitch would reply jovially.

                       Nice sleep on bench after a cold night
                                 You sure you've slept well, mate?

No sooner his kind deed was reported in the press media that resulted endless packages of hand groves dispatched to him for his distribution. Those were donated by people from all walks of life who shared his noble thought of giving but could not do the actual distribution for some reasons.

                               It's hard to realise that there
                               are homeless people in the affluent US

Mitch’s selfless endeavor brought warmth to many amidst the pathetic and long extreme weather condition. His parents grew up in the Long Island region during the Great Depression when the whole country of USA was suffering from massive and widespread poverty. When it snowed heavily during the severe winter days, there were not enough hand groves to go about at home. Mitch’s parents survived the drastic bad times and the wars that followed. They had been inculcating Mitch stories of good deeds and benevolent ethics since his childhood days. His father always emphasized: “Never deprive yourself the joy of giving.”
                          The soup kitchen offered free heart-warming
                                      soup to poor people after WWII
Translated from an article I read from a Chinese Newsprint

Alan CY Kok

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