A sweet story on pobery - richness

This is a story of real life, it really changed me, it's perhaps the most beautiful story I came across and it thought me of poverty and humbleness of what a man hold with his all spirit in values.

I was in India walking at night after a discourse from my spiritual master, for some reason I love walking alone in the night or swimming so far from the land that nothing can be seen, at that time was pretty naive thinking of myself. This is not a racial story but about a country in India where you would never feel in skin how happy people are in such conditions of poverty.

So this man was holding his car, it was a table ontop four bicycle wheels, is how community they make and sale Chain, Indi tea and samosas with pakoras, is a snack made with flower and vegetables, many have a stop and drink in the middle side road, they also chilies and pao, bread to eat it with it. Some make the most delicious shakes, but they all bring the chariot home by pulling it by the two handles on the side.

This man was holding his car, one of the wheels was all twisted and he was leaning on a side of a small hill that came down 2 meters. He could have let it go and place it all back again, but of course, to purchase oil again to fry is very expensive. Let say that you could have a full meal for 3 rupees, 40 rupees being one dollar.

It's not that I was a good person, any person coming across would have done the same, and the road was so empty you could only hear the crickets, this man cried when I held his car with him and placed it back in the road, he had been there for a long time, simply holding it. At the time, I could understand Indi, not as the rest of the outsiders who only mingled with foreigners, and there were around 5.000 to 3.000 coming in and out in the Ashram. I was the only person who mingled with everyone. And people from India invited me to their homes to eat for simply speaking a few words back in their own land. This man was crying as if I saved his life, I know he was a long time because before night time they all return home.

So we walked on the road, the twisted wheel could rotate a little funky but we held it and it all worked alright, a nice hour walk in Koregaon Park, Pune, it was then when we arrived at his village that my eyes went and I started to cry as this man was crying holding his whole life for maybe longer that one hour.

His wife came out so worry and happy and his little children too, many children and the wife was so happy she must have never missed him coming so late and must have been so worried. There are not many crimes in India, people don't thieve there either, they are happy in the cast as they are and maybe one a million, but she had reason to worry, and this man was so happy to see them with his work, with his love for all them.

Trust me that I felt so miserable with my selfish problems, still feel till today the lack of richness this man has. So never think a poor person is having a bad life or that you are privilege over others to help them, these people can help you so much, on the contrary, these people are gold and pure, simple and all hearted.