A small story for everyone

In a little country side, there was a little hut. When it rained, the rain water leaked in through the roof. Inside, there was a little broken bed.. a few utensils.. and a bag with clothes. This was the house of a poor man. He would make small toys from straw and sell them in the local market. Thats how he made some money… some money to feed his three boys. What you have seen so far is the poverty inside that little hut. But what I have not made obvious to you is something rich..something really really rich… five precious gems.. five precious hearts..the farmer, his wife and their three boys. If there is some thing they could share for ever and for ever, it was their love..their affection..their hope that some day they will have some money to cook a decent meal.. a decent meal that I know they will share with you even before they have their first tasty morsel of food. … This is a real small story, but did you see the big lesson….I never mentioned their names.. their race..their religion… their country..but did you feel like you loved them? If so, why dont we see the same precious hearts among people from different countries and religion.. why do we start tainting things white, black and brown…when we know that beyond the body..they are precious hearts.. living their life ..to make a decent meal and share the fruits of their labor..so make me a promise now.. when you see somebody next time, you will remember this story.. and you will not see the person.. you will see the heart!!!!

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