How much do i owe you?

This 'Real' life story conveys a beautiful meaning for life. There is a lesson to learn. I am sure you will also like this. ...

Dr. Howard Kelly is a famous and reknowned doctor. But he was very poor in his childhood. This story starts from his childhood. 

 One day, Howard Kelly, a poor boy, was selling goods from door to door to pay for his way through school, found that he had only one thin dime left, and he was very hungry.

He decided to ask for a meal at the next house. However, he lost his nerve when a lovely young girl opened the door.

Instead of a meal, he asked for a glass of water. 
She thought he looked very hungry, so brought him a large glass of milk. He drank it slowly, and then asked, "How much do I owe you?"

"You don't owe me anything," she replied "Mother has taught us never to accept payment for a kindness." He said..."Then I thank you very very much, right from my heart."

As Howard Kelly left that house, he not only felt stronger physically, but his faith in God and man also became stronger.   

Years later that young woman became critically ill. The local doctors were baffled. They finally sent her to a big city, where they called in specialists to study her rare disease.

Dr. Howard Kelly was also called in for the consultation. When he heard the name of the town she came from, a strange light filled his eyes.

Immediately he rose and went down the hall of the hospital to her room. He recognized her at once & determined to do his best to save her life.

After a long struggle, the battle was won. Dr. Kelly requested the business office to pass the final bill to him for approval. He then wrote something on the edge of the bill & sent it to her room for settlement.

She feared to open it, for she was sure it would take the rest of her life to pay for it all. Finally, she opened it , and something written on the side, caught her attention. She read.....
"Paid in full with one glass of milk." (Signed) Dr. Howard Kelly.

We should strive to keep such humane values alive....

Everyone has a box-part II

“All was going well; there were only reports of burglary in the neighbourhood and to no surprise that was me. In my search for the  box, I actually never stole anything , just showed them what they wanted to hide but kept pieces to join the links ”

“With due respect sir, this man is making me crazy!!!.. come to the topic you a**, what the f***ing  box are you barking off.????”

“The box,. everyone has a box not like a shoe box, but more interesting, more personal-things like snapshots, letters, envelopes, x-mas greetings, visiting cards, photos, notes - so unconscious collection. A display of third side of the coin.”

“What do you mean, by a display?”

“Well, a display – each things tells a very intimate value for the people, in fact it’s a privilege- it’s very rare to see one”.

 “But, how does that bother you, why did you do all this??”

“As I mentioned before, I was searching for connections and it became my habit, every alternate night I used to wander in my car. My eyes did the sorting for me, I broke in, searched..sometimes came back empty”

“So, whatever things we found from your house, does belong to the houses you broke in. my lord, Jean Pierre also messed up their houses, what was that for?”

“Again the box, it’s like a diary they want to hide it, but actually they want someone to see it, connect through it, share it that’s what I did, they want to display, flipside their coin by this way making other see the hidden treasure, that’s what it’s all about”

“So how does solve the murder mystery of your wife??”

“Interrupting others’ lives, making them see what they took things for granted, you take it away and show them what they had..but one night, before leaving ,A wooden checked box, sleekly hidden behind the stereo came to my glimpse, slightly roughed edge, rusted hinge, broken at corners-  this what yet another ‘box’.”

“Made of pure sandalwood, its sensed vibes of something unknown. I opened it. “

“What did you fine in their?(curiously)

“a white bead necklace of when she was 4, a lipstick, photos of her annual day parade in 1983, a medal, ball inflating pin, birthday notes, letters from my dead mother in-law, pic of her graduation, broken crayons, few currency notes, hair clips, birthday magnets, a gift card from Women’s Apparels, sea shells, a single earing, keys, coins, record of her first period and most of all, a torn high school pic with Teddy.”

“Teddy, meaning your friend and let me guess that night you murdered your wife before leaving and your destination was Teddy’s house, any better explanation do you have?”

“After a heated argument, some questions and deceptive sounding answers, my hands pulled out the Swiss knife, twice. Before the police came, my search was over .Teddy’s box cited a different story, I found the links and he wasn’t cheating anyone, neither was Anne…..”