Sunday, December 12, 2010


I am a very rich man. But I did not have a kind heart.

One day, I saw a man walking on the street with torn clothes and a dirty plate in his hands. He came near me and patted on his stomach. He begged me for food. I pushed him and went away.

The next day, I saw him again. He just smiled at me with his yellow teeth. I turned my face to the other side. After a while, when I turned again, I saw him helping a very old man to cross the noisy and crowded street. I felt shame on myself.

I realized that the real wealth is not money or jewels, but a kind heart.


faisu madeena said...

nice story .....moloo .......

elayoden said...

nice story, real wealth is not money its heart..
A good moral story.. keep it up..

അസീസ്‌ said...

A small story with a good message.

Best wishes.


thank you all