It was a rainy night in New Orleans, US. At a bus station, I watched a young girl cry as her baggage was taken down. It seemed she'd lost her ticket. She begged the bus driver not to leave her behind
"Losing your ticket is like losing your money," the bus driver said, and left her in the rain.
But then an old man stood up and blocked the driver's way. "How can you leave that girl out there? You know she had a ticket. You can't just leave her here. You can't leave her in a city where she doesn't have a friend. You will meet your schedule, but she might meet her end.
The driver showed no sign that he'd heard or even cared about the young girl's problem, or how her travels went.
So the old gentleman said, "I'll pay for her fare. I'll give her a little money to help her on her way."
He went and bought the ticket for the girl. "How can I repay the kindness you've shown tonight?" she asked. "We're strangers who won't meet again. A mere ‘thank you doesn't seem right.
The old man said, "What goes around comes around. I've learned this with time. Whatever you give, you always get back. Always be helpful to others and give what you can spare.
