One day as Leo Tolstoy walked down the street, he passed a beggar. Reaching into his pocket to give the beggar money, he found that his pocket was empty. Looking at the poor man, Tolstoy said, “I'm sorry, my brother, I have nothing to give." To his surprise, the beggar brightened. He said, "You gave … Continue reading Tolstoy and Beggar
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I entered the lift sluggishly and waited for the other person to enter. When the gate started closing and there was no sign of the person who was waiting outside with me, I stopped the closing gate. I sneaked out of lift to find out the status and saw the person still standing there. My … Continue reading Living the concern
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