A Great man who walked this earth, died for Mankind.
Just for ONE day, on Good Friday, it becomes,
Greater love has no one than this, that someone
lay down his life for his friends
~ John 15:13 ~
. . . while in haste,for almost seven to eight weeks per year
'commerce' has forgotten the reason he died for.
Firstly in APPLAUSE to SAJITH at LAUGHS Seeduwa junction [working with one arm] for his unstinting remarkable aptitude, attitude on exemplary performance that includes super service 🙂 🙏🙏 🙏
[Will post his picture soon, as I’m finding it difficult to do it with the one
I took of him]
Social media links at the bottom for the razor-sharped, intuitive reader to peruse the relevant dates in question to this occurrence on Dec 23rd 2018 🙂
She went in, while I was stopped aghast at the left side entrance. I posses an in-built knack to identify shortfalls in SAFETY in the customer service aspect. Hence, I checked the right side of the entrance. Finding my finding to be similar to the earlier one – I took a picture [which is below].
The ‘sloped gangway for the elderly & disabled‘ on both sides of the entrance took my attention.
The question is – why is it this way ?
The space below for your thought – Man isn’t a robot at work 🙂
Soul-searching helps. Pausing to THINK does. Mindfulness, meditation & yoga will certainly NOT play havoc in our systems.
This emptiness of the WHITE SPACE is for the gap we need to fill in by our own efforts to enrich our lives without MONEY not being number one in a life of RICHNESS
The Miller Story – A Tale of One Man’s Life
I was at the corner grocery store buying some potatoes. I noticed a small boy, ragged but clean, hungrily appraising a basket of freshly picked green peas.
I paid for my potatoes but was also drawn to the display of fresh green peas. I am a pushover for creamed peas and new potatoes.
Pondering the peas, I couldn’t help overhearing the conversation between Mr. Miller, the store owner, and the ragged boy next to me.
“Hello Barry, how are you today?”
“H’lo, Mr. Miller. Fine, thank ya. Them peas sure look good!”
“They are good, Barry. How’s your Ma?”
“Fine. Gittin’ stronger alla’ time.”
“Good. Anything I can help you with?”
“No, Sir… jus’ admirin’ them peas.”
“Would you like to take some home?” asked Mr. Miller.
“No, Sir. Got nuthin’ to pay for ’em with.”
“Well, what have you to trade me for some of those peas?”
“All I got’s my prize marble here.”
“Is that right? Let me see it” said Miller.
“Here ’tis. She’s a dandy.”
“I can see that. Hmm mmm, only thing is this one is blue and I sort of go for red. Do you have a red one like this at home?” the store owner asked.
“Not zackley but almost.”
“Tell you what. Take this sack of peas home with you and next trip this way let me look at that red marble.” Mr. Miller told the boy.
“‘Sure will. Thanks Mr. Miller.”
Mrs. Miller, who had been standing nearby, came over to help me.
With a smile she said, “There are two other boys like him in our community. All three are in very poor circumstances. Jim just loves to bargain with them for peas, apples, tomatoes, or whatever.”
“When they come back with their red marbles – and they always do – he decides he doesn’t like red after all and he sends them home with a bag of produce for a green marble or an orange one, when they come on their next trip to the store.”
I left the store smiling to myself, impressed with this man. A short time later I moved to Colorado, but I never forgot the story of this man, the boys, and their bartering for marbles.
Years went by, each more rapid than the previous one, until I recently had occasion to visit some old friends in that Idaho community. While I was there learned that Mr. Miller had died and they were having his visitation that evening. Knowing my friends wanted to go, I agreed to accompany them. Upon arrival at the mortuary we got in line to meet the relatives of the deceased and to offer whatever words of comfort we could.
Ahead of us in line were three young men. One was in an army uniform and the other two had nice haircuts, dark suits and white shirts… all were very professional looking. They approached Mrs. Miller, standing composed and smiling by her husband’s casket.
Each of the young men hugged her, kissed her on the cheek, spoke briefly with her and moved on to the casket. Her misty light blue eyes followed them as, one by one, each young man stopped briefly and placed his own warm hand over the cold pale hand in the casket. Each left the mortuary awkwardly, wiping his eyes.
Our turn came to meet Mrs. Miller. I told her who I was and reminded her of the story from those many years ago and what she had told me about her husband’s bartering for marbles. With her eyes glistening, she took my hand and led me to the casket.
“Those three young men who just left were the boys I told you about. They just told me how they appreciated the things Jim ‘traded’ them. Now, at last, when Jim could not change his mind about color or size, they came to pay their debt.”
“We’ve never had a great deal of the wealth of this world,” she confided, “but right now, Jim would consider himself the richest man in Idaho.”
With loving gentleness she lifted the lifeless fingers of her deceased husband. Resting underneath were three exquisitely shined red marbles.
We will not be remembered by our words, but by our kind deeds in our affairs of our life ! 🙂
I don’t own a car. It didn’t happen by choice.
It was my wrong habits that made me NOT be able to afford one.
I’ve changed myself from those habits with somersaults in SLOW leaps & bounds – as I wrote it two yrs ago.
I’m taking in TWENTY Sri Lankan Linkdiners for mentoring for LIFE.
Connect with me at this link for details.
The question is:
How do we come to TERMS with the trends being DISPLAYED with ARROGANCE to STATELY 🙂 COMPLIANCE
on civic responsibility towards the disabled & elderly! ?
RIGHT click link below to see it alive at SEEDUWA juction:
Thank you !
The Common Man’s Hats-Off,
With His Blood, SWEAT & TEARS
To Social Media
That Says 🙂
We Pay The BILLS For Your Fun & Frolics
Lastly our PSSS:
No! We don’t do customer service in our work THOUGH she’s an authority & me a specialist – we do common sense 5X 🙂