The way we treat others (and other lessons I learned from junk mails)

There are chain e-mails and there are chain e-mails. Personally, I view them as garbage that needs to be disposed immediately. With my computer cursor as my incinerator, those junk mails are exterminated in no time, just like the way I eradicate Spam mails.

I have had enough of forwarded e-mails that promise to bring good life and good fortune only if I forward them to X number of people. Many of those messages even come with "guarantee notes," others with first account testimonials. But, no, thank you. The more I ignore them, however, the more they flood my inbox. Testimonials range from success stories of people who, after forwarding a particular message to such number of people, became instant millionaires after winning the US lotto. Others promise bad luck or death if you fail to forward the message. Oh how I relish deleting these messages. Lately, I don’t open them anymore. I just click them away from my sight.

Sometimes, however, the polarity of my being gives way to welcoming one or two forwarded messages into my system. So, here I am, parading in my own paradox, "forwarding" you an e-mail (entitled "The way we treat people") that I even do not know who originally wrote. I can’t even vouch for the veracity of these stories but I know, after reading each little tale, a ray of hope emerges. I find it such a waste if I will not be able to pass the message on. If you’re not interested, no bad luck will happen to you. I don’t wish ill of other people. There are still many other stories on our pages that will surely catch your fancy. If you’re interested, however, please continue reading this. I don’t suggest you forward this message to any one. Only, listen to the lessons learned after each story. Then you’ll find out that luck is locked in your heart.

Here go the five lessons about the way we treat people:

First Important Lesson – The cleaning lady

During my second month of college, our professor gave us a pop quiz. I was a conscientious student and had breezed through the questions until I read the last one: "What is the first name of the woman who cleans the school?"

Surely this was some kind of joke. I had seen the cleaning woman several times. She was tall, dark-haired and in her 50s, but how would I know her name?

I handed in my paper, leaving the last question blank. Just before class ended, one student asked if the last question would count toward our quiz grade.

"Absolutely," said the professor. "In your careers, you will meet many people. All are significant. They deserve your attention and care, even if all you do is smile and say "hello."

I’ve never forgotten that lesson. I also learned her name was Dorothy.

Second Important Lesson – Pickup in the rain

One night, at 11:30 p.m., an older African American woman was standing on the side of an Alabama highway trying to endure a lashing rain storm. Her car had broken down and she desperately needed a ride. Soaking wet, she decided to flag down the next car. A young white man stopped to help her, generally unheard of in those conflict-filled 1960s. The man took her to safety, helped her get assistance and put her into a taxicab.

She seemed to be in a big hurry, but wrote down his address and thanked him. Seven days went by and a knock came on the man’s door. To his surprise, a giant console color TV was delivered to his home. A special note was attached. It read: "Thank you so much for assisting me on the highway the other night. The rain drenched not only my clothes, but also my spirits. Then you came along. Because of you, I was able to make it to my dying husband’s bedside just before he passed away... God bless you for helping me and unselfishly serving others." Sincerely, Mrs. Nat King Cole.

Third Important Lesson – Always remember those who serve

In the days when an ice cream sundae cost much less, a 10-year-old boy entered a hotel coffee shop and sat at a table. A waitress put a glass of water in front of him.

"How much is an ice cream sundae?" he asked.

"Fifty cents," replied the waitress.

The little boy pulled his hand out of his pocket and studied the coins in it.

"Well, how much is a plain dish of ice cream?" he inquired.

By now more people were waiting for a table and the waitress was growing impatient.

"Thirty-five cents," she brusquely replied.

The little boy again counted his coins.

"I’ll have the plain ice cream," he said.

The waitress brought the ice cream, put the bill on the table and walked away. The boy finished the ice cream, paid the cashier and left. When the waitress came back, she began to cry as she wiped down the table. There, placed neatly beside the empty dish, were two nickels and five pennies.

You see, he couldn’t have the sundae, because he had to have enough left to leave her a tip.

Fourth Important Lesson – The obstacle in our path

In ancient times, a King had a boulder placed on a roadway. Then he hid himself and watched to see if anyone would remove the huge rock. Some of the King’s wealthiest merchants and courtiers came by and simply walked around it. Many loudly blamed the King for not keeping the roads clear, but none did anything about getting the stone out of the way. Then a peasant came along carrying a load of vegetables. Upon approaching the boulder, the peasant laid down his burden and tried to move the stone to the side of the road. After much pushing and straining, he finally succeeded. After the peasant picked up his load of vegetables, he noticed a purse lying in the road where the boulder had been. The purse contained many gold coins and a note from the King indicating that the gold was for the person who removed the boulder from the roadway. The peasant learned what many of us never understood.

Every obstacle presents an opportunity to improve our condition.

Fifth Important Lesson – Giving when it counts

Many years ago, when I worked as a volunteer at a hospital, I got to know a little girl named Liz who was suffering from a rare and serious disease. Her only chance of recovery appeared to be a blood transfusion from her five-year-old brother, who had miraculously survived the same disease and had developed the antibodies needed to combat the illness. The doctor explained the situation to her little brother, and asked the little boy if he would be willing to give his blood to his sister. I saw him hesitate for only a moment before taking a deep breath and saying, "Yes, I’ll do it if it will save her." As the transfusion progressed, he lay in bed next to his sister and smiled, as we all did, seeing the color returning to her cheek. Then his face grew pale and his smile faded. He looked up at the doctor and asked with a trembling voice, "Will I start to die right away?"

Being young, the little boy had misunderstood the doctor; he thought he was going to have to give his sister all of his blood in order to save her.

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Have a blessed Sunday!)