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.
4 comments:
nice story .....moloo .......
nice story, real wealth is not money its heart..
A good moral story.. keep it up..
A small story with a good message.
Best wishes.
thank you all
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