[nukkad] Your Inspiration Moment - Nobody Knows the Difference...

[KOMAL JAIN <komaljain@inf.com>]

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> Inspiration Moment 
>          Dear Friend,
> Welcome to Inspiration Moment...
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>  It  is a Great day and we all are blessed and highly favoured !.
> As we start this day can we start with a small prayer especially for the
> many kids in Orissa 
> who had lost their parents in the recent super cyclone and  have no way to
> go and are stranded in the streets.
> 
> Kids who once went to school and enjoyed the Warmness ,love and affection
> of their parents 
> are now left alone in the streets.Can we please include them in our
> thoughts and prayers today.
> 
> Life is a Gift and all of us who have the ability must remember that we
> have the responsibility to give 
> something back.Your contributions can truly make a difference.
> 
> Let us help and contribute in whatever small way we can to the Cyclone
> relief fund.
> As we know it is little drops of water that make a Mighty ocean and let
> our little contribution added with 
> other contributions help to restore normal life in Orissa.
> 
> Let's do it and bring Sunshine in the lives of the affected people.
> 
> Have a Great day
> Bala
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> Nobody Knows the Difference...
> School volunteers don't get paid money, but sometimes we receive special
> gifts. 
> One morning, just before Christmas vacation, I was selling tickets to our
> grade school's last evening performance of The Nutcracker. The evening
> before had been a sell out. People had lined the walls of the auditorium.
> Some had even peeked in from outside to watch the show. One of my
> customers that day was a parent.
> "I think it's awful that I have to pay to see my own child perform," she
> announced, yanking a wallet from her purse.
> "The school asks for a voluntary donation to help pay for scenery and
> costumes," I explained, "but no one has to pay. You're welcome to all the
> tickets you need."
> "Oh, I'll pay," she grumbled. "Two adults and a child."
> She plunked down a ten-dollar bill. I gave her the change and her tickets.
> She stepped aside, fumbling with her purse. That's when the boy waiting
> behind her emptied a pocketful of change onto the table.
> "How many tickets?" I asked.
> "I don't need tickets," he said. "I'm paying." 
> He pushed the coins across the table.
> "But you'll need tickets to see the show tonight."
> He shook his head. "I've already seen the show." All the school children
> saw The Nutcracker with their classes. The donation was for evening
> performances only".
> I pushed the pile of nickels, dimes and quarters back. "You don't have to
> pay to see the show with your class," I told him. "That's free."
> "No," the boy insisted. "I saw it last night. My brother and I arrived
> late. We couldn't find anyone to buy tickets from, so we just walked in."
> Lots of people in that crowd had probably "just walked in". The few
> volunteers present couldn't check everyone for a ticket. Who would argue
> anyway? As I'd told the parent ahead of this boy, the donation was
> voluntary.
> He pushed his money back to me. "I'm paying now for last night," he said. 
> I knew this boy and his brother must have squeezed into the back of that
> crowd. And being late to boot, they couldn't possibly have seen the whole
> show. I hated to take his money. A pile of coins in a kid's hand is
> usually carefully saved allowance money. I wondered what he'd like to buy
> with it instead.
> "If the ticket table was closed when you got there, you couldn't pay," I
> reasoned.
> "That's what my brother said."
> "Nobody knows the difference," I assured him. "Don't worry about it."
> Thinking the matter was settled, I started to push the coins back.
> He put his hand on mine. "I know the difference." For one silent moment
> our hands bridged the money.
> Then I spoke. "Two tickets cost two dollars." The pile of coins added up
> to the correct amount.
> "Thank you," I said. 
> The boy smiled, turned away, and was gone.
> "Excuse me." I looked up, surprised to see the woman who had bought her
> own tickets moments earlier. She was still there, purse open, change and
> tickets in hand. "Why don't you keep this change," she said quietly. "The
> scenery is beautiful and those costumes couldn't have been cheap." She
> handed me a few dollar bills, closed her purse and left. 
> Little did he know that he had given us both our first gift of the
> Christmas season.
> by Deborah J. Rasmussen from Chicken Soup for the Kid's Soul
> Copyright 1998 by Jack Canfield, Mark Victor Hansen, Patty Hansen and
> Irene Dunlap
> Contributed by : Anita Jayram
> 
> Thanks Anita for sharing this beautiful story with us .
> 
> 
> 
> Celebrate Life .....Great Day....
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