Last year, a customer came by my shop and dropped off a bag for repair. When I opened the bag to fix the zip, I found some pieces of jewelry in one of the pockets. I didn't realise it at first but then I looked closer and saw that it was made of real gold.
I would have probably made a lot of money If I had sold it for cash. Because you know, I'm a very poor old Indian man. Maybe it would have solved all my problems and I wouldn't have had to work so hard again in my life. But something stopped me. I don't know why, but I just kept the jewelry back in the bag and I continued working.
A few days later, the lady returned to collect her bag and I gave it back to her and I told her about the jewelry. She was surprised, shocked and relieved at the same time. She asked if she could take a photo of me and I said yes and she left. And I had already forgotten about it.
Until one day when one of my friends came running towards me with a newspaper in his hand. He showed it to me and I saw a picture of me in the newspaper. They had written about how I had given the jewelry which was worth millions of Rupees back to the lady.
My customers also heard about this news and came to congratulate me. When my children found out, they were so proud of me. And then it was there I realised that I don't need much money to be happy and content.
My life is great because I brought Joy and happiness back into someone's life by doing good.
But more importantly, the fact that my dear children were proud of me and could look up to me again as their father is worth more than any gold in the world to me.
*Humans of Bombay*
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