Wonderful story….with POWERFUL lesson

A woman baked chapatti (roti) for members of her family and an extra one for a hungry passerby. She kept the extra chapatti on the window sill, for whosoever would takeit away. Every day, a hunchback came and took away the chapatti. Instead of expressing gratitude, he muttered the following wordsas he went his way: “The evil you do remains with you: The good y
ou do, comes back to you!” This went on, day after day. Every day, the hunchback came, picked up the chapatti and uttered the words:
“The evil you do, remains withyou: The good you do, comes back to you!” The woman felt irritated. “Not a word of gratitude,” she said to herself… “Everyday this hunchback utters this jingle! What does he mean?” One day, exasperated, she decided to do away with him. “I shall get rid of this hunchback,” shesaid. And what did she do? She added poison to the chapatti she prepared for him!
As she was about to keep it onthe w
indow sill, her hands trembled. “What is this I am doing?” she said. Immediately,she threw the chapatti into the fire, prepared another oneand kept it on the window sill. As usual, the hunchback came, picked up the chapatti and muttered the words: “Theevil you do, remains with you:The good you do, comes back to you!”
The hunchback proceeded on his way, blissfully unaware of the war raging in the mind of the woman. Every day, as the woman placed the chapatti onthe window sill, she offered a prayer for her son who had gone to a distant place to seekhis fortune. For many months, she had no news of him.. She prayed for his safe return.
That evening, there was a knock on the door. As she opened it, she was surprised to find her son standing in thedoorway. He had grown thin and lean. His garments were tattered and torn. He was hungry, starved and weak. As he saw his mother, he said, “Mom, it’s a miracle I’m here. While I was but a mile away, Iwas so famished that I collapsed. I would have died, but just then an old hunchback passed by. I begged of him for a morsel of food, and he was kind enoughto give me a whole chapatti. As he gave it to me, he said, “This is what I eat everyday: today, I shall give it to you, foryour need is greater than mine!”
” As the mother heard those words, her face turned pale. She leaned against the door for support. She remembered the poisoned chapatti that shehad made that morning. Had she not burnt it in the fire, it would have been eaten by herown son, and he would have lost his life!
It was then that she realized the significance of the words: “The evil you do remains withyou: The good you do, comes back to you!” Do good and Don’t ever stop doing good, even if it is not appreciated atthat time. If you like this, share it with others and I bet so many lives would be touched.
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Try Luke 6:31 for a simplified version.
Wonderful story there, my friend.....now to find me a woman, who can make chapatti ...thumbs up grin laugh cheers handshake
Well if you don't have a chapatti then a taco or two will do . . . laugh laugh

The Evil Wievil . . . devil devil

PS: I really don't care if it comes back, just as long as it doesn't come up ! . . .barf pointing
A WONDERFUL PARABLE ........ SO MEANINGFUL , FOR ALL TIME , thanks for sharing that with us ... I love Indian sayings , Please offer us one each day if you can , I will always read you if you do , because Indian sayings come from deep wisdom ... I love them ..... Saskia ...
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