One morning while I was heading to the market to fetch milk for my four-year-old, I noticed an elderly man sitting on the pavement. He seemed to be in pain. I asked him if he was okay, and he told me that he fell and hurt his knee. I offered him a lift, and after dropping him , I hurried to the market. There I saw a man speaking on his phone requesting help as his car battery was dead. I went past him as I was already pressed for time, but my heart screamed, “No.” Eventually, I helped him push start his car.
By the time I reached home my son had already left for school. He doesn’t take anything in the morning except milk with cornflakes, and that day, he had to go to school on an empty stomach. Thinking about this, I felt guilty and very peeved with myself. In that moment, my reaction was one of selfishness of whether it was right to carry out good deeds at the cost of failing to fulfil one’ s responsibilities.
A few days later, I had gone to collect my son from school and on my way back our car ran out of fuel. We were walking back home in the sweltering sun when a bike stopped by and offered us a ride home. It was them an whom I had helped push his car.
In that moment, I felt satisfied and thought that what one gives to others is what one gets in return, and that each good deed matters as it keeps us going in the right path and makes our lives even more enriched.
In the words of Saint Basil ,“A tree is known by its fruit; a man by his deeds. A good deed is never lost; he who sows courtesy reaps friendship; he who plants kindness gathers love .”
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