I heard a heartwarming story about a generous man who owned a small grocery store and enjoyed showing generosity to the underprivileged kids in the neighborhood.
One day, a ragged boy was admiring the fresh produce. “How is your day going?” the man asked the boy. “Fine, thanks. I’m just admiring those peas. They sure look good!” The man asked, “Would you like to take some home?” “No, sir, I don’t have any money.” Then, the man smiled and asked, “Do you have anything you could trade me?” The boy replied, “All I have is this prize marble.” The man held the blue marble up to the light and inspected it, saying, “She’s a dandy! But do you have a red one like this at home?” The boy nodded. The man said, “I’ll tell you what… take this bag of peas home with you, and on your next trip, let me take a look at that red marble.”
The store owner loved to bargain with the kids and would ensure they went home with food for their family. For example, when the boy came back with his red marble, the man decided he didn’t like red after all, and sent them home with a bag of produce, asking them to come back with a green marble or an orange marble on their next trip to the store. Several years later, the store owner died. At the funeral, a line of young men stood at his casket, each proudly placing an exquisitely shined red marble under his hand.
Here’s the way I see it: We will not be remembered by our words, but by our kind deeds. Kindness is the mark we leave on the world.