Once there was an old man by the name of Sathyamurthy. His wife and he lived in an extremely small hut in a small village near Madurai. Though he was very poor, his heart was rich and warm ready to help others whenever there was a need.

His hut was very small and just about enough for the couple to sleep in.

One stormy night, just as the couple had retired to bed, they heard a knock at the door. Now, there were great flashes of lightning followed by loud peals of thunder enough to wake the dead. It had been raining heavily and continually for a long time. Who would be knocking in this weather; unless of course it was someone who wanted shelter for the night? Surmising so, he told his wife he wanted to help whomever the person outside the hut.

His wife said, “But dear, we cannot accommodate another person here, this hut is just adequate for the two of us to lie on the floor”.

He told her with a smile on his face, “honey, if there is space in your heart, there would be space here too. This hut is just adequate for both of us to lie on the floor; nevertheless, it is a big enough place for three persons to sit in.”

Hearing this, she reluctantly opened the door, and let the stranger in. The three sat on the floor, and after having some tea they continued to spend the night that way.

After an hour, there was another knock on the door. The old man in his kindness said, he wanted to see who was at the door bearing down on them in this inclement weather, and if needed to help him as best he could.

The stranger then said, “I respect your kind heart sir, but there is no space here”.

The old man repeated what he had earlier said to his wife, “If there is space in your heart my dear friend, there will be space here too”. He further added, “We are now sitting very comfortably, ok, let him come in and we will manage by sitting close to each other till morning.”

The other man too was invited inside, and they all sat very close to each other, resigned to spend the rest of the time, sharing in the warmth and love of the old man and leaving the cold outside to the stormy night.

After a while, they heard a sound at the door. Going out to see what caused it the old man was moved to see a donkey, struggling to beat the heavy rain by trying to shelter against the hut. The old man then wanted to help this poor animal to some comfort too.

However, when all others protested he said, “We can all stand and give space to the donkey, or if you do not like the idea, I will give my place to it and stand outside the hut.”

Hearing this, they were surprised at his kindness and all of them unanimously accepted his proposal.

There are always some kind-hearted persons living in almost every place.

I know a person who used to go to a hotel every Sunday. He would order the hotel to give food to the beggars sitting outside. He informed the hotel that he would meet the bill for whatever food they ate. He never exposed his identity to anyone. The beggars never knew who that kind person was, who offered them the best food in their lives. What a great man. He probably derives happiness by seeing them happy.

It is true that we cannot help others like Mother Teresa did. However, we can help a few people within our capacity.

Parse people practice a strange custom. They do not bury or cremate their dead bodies. They simply leave it to the vultures. They think the dead men will live on in the lives of the birds and help them to live.

Let us try to help others whenever we are able, to live a little bit better in this wonderful world. Though the help we can offer may be small, our hearts should always be big. The biggest happiness in life perhaps is making others happy.

A person who does not see it fit to help anyone is no better than a corpse.

We can donate our eyes and live on even after our death.

Have a great day with no storms in your life and let us leave our heart lobby open always.

When the Buddha was on his mission spreading his principles, he traveled to many villages in India. Once when he was camping in a village he was insulted by some people who used bad words. One of his disciples became furious and when he was about to react violently, the Buddha who was cool, advised him against abusing them. When the disciple asked him why he should not react to them, the Buddha said, “if you think there is no truth in what they said about me, then it is better we should ignore the matter. If there is truth in their allegations then we need to accept their abuses.” That is how Buddha managed the insults.




Another great personality was Mahatma Gandhi, who during his freedom fight against the British Government once, was thrown into jail. The jailor who did not know about Gandhi’s fame and power kicked Gandhi. During his term in jail, Gandhi made a beautiful pair of shoes and presented it to that jailor at the time of his release. The jailor was taken aback and when he came to know who Gandhi was, he fell at Gandhi’s feet and cried.



Everyone knows that Mother Teresa was a great friend of the sick, destitute and poverty stricken masses. This incident was in the early stages of her life, and at that time she was not too well known. While trying to raise some funds for the children in her ashram, she spread her open palm to a businessman in Kolkatha asking for a donation; the businessman became annoyed and spat on her hand. Mother Teresa calmly said, “You have given my share, now please give me something for my children who are starving.” He was moved by her reaction and cried bitterly. He donated a big amount, became Mother Teresa’s admirer, and afterwards always supported her projects.





It is amazing to note how these great people were able to put aside the insults thrown at them and get on with their mission. That is why they became great and famous.