After some months at the faculty of medicine, the professor gave us a test. Being a good student, I quickly answered all the questions… all, but the last question: “What is the baptism name of the maid of our institute?”
I handed over my test paper, leaving the last question unanswered. Just before the test ended, another student inquired if the last question would be marked. “Certainly!”, the professor replied. “You will meet many people in your life. All of them will have some degree of importance. They will deserve your attention, even if it is a simple smile or a simple hello”.
I never forgot this lesson… and went on to learn that the baptism name of our maid was Marianna.
There is more to a person than the job that they do!!!
On a rainy night a ‘colored’ woman was standing on the roadside. Her car had broken down and she desperately needed help. Drenched completely, she signaled to the passersby.
A ‘white’ young man, as if unaware of the racial conflicts that tore apart America in the 60s, stopped to help her. He conducted her to a safe place, called a mechanic and hailed a taxi for her. The woman seemed too much in a hurry, but did not forget to thank him and take down his address on a piece of paper. Seven days had already passed when someone knocked at the door of the young man. To his enormous surprise, it was a courier with a huge packet to deliver – a gift along with a note: “Many thanks for helping me on the road that night. The rain had completely drenched me and my soul when you appeared.
Thanks to you I was able to reach my dying husband just in time. God bless you for having helped me. – Sincerely, Mrs. King Cole”
Sometime ago, when the ice-creams were not so expensive, a ten-year old boy went to an ice-cream parlor. While sitting at the table, he asked the waitress, “How much does a Sundae cost?” “50 cents,” she replied.
The boy took out his money from the pocket and began counting it. “Well, how much does a simple ice-cream cost?”. There were other people waiting to be served, so the waitress began to get a impatient.
“35 cents!” she replied abruptly. The boy counted his money again and said: “Please get me a simple ice-cream!” The waitress served him the ice-cream and his bill. The boy ate his ice-cream, paid his bill at the cash counter and left.
When the waitress went to clean the table she was about to cry… for there, in the corner of the plate, were 15 cents… her tip.
The boy took a simple ice-cream instead of a Sundae so he could leave a tip for her