My parents, at the height of the Depression, were forced to go on home relief, which is known as welfare today.
It was 1935, when I was 10 years old, and we lived on the first floor of a walk-up apartment on 43rd Street, in Brooklyn, New York.
A few days before Christmas, I looked out a kitchen window to see my father sitting on the stoop, dejected and depressed, with tears in his eyes. The mailman was approaching our building and asked my father what was wrong.
I heard my father say that he had used up his food vouchers and that the rent was past due. He had tried to work as a laborer through the Works Progress Administration, but he wasn’t a very strong man, and the work had been too hard for him. I was scared, having seen newspaper pictures of people being put out on the street with all their belongings.
“Ike, how much do you need?” the mailman asked.
My dad said he needed $33 for the rent, and without hesitation, the mailman took $50 from his wallet and handed it to my father.
My dad said, “I don’t know when I’ll be able to pay you back.”
The mailman put an arm around my father and said it would be okay if he paid him back or he didn’t pay him back.
The mailman noticed me looking through the window and said;
“Isaac, things will not be this way forever. If you or your son will remember this day, there will be times in the future when someone needs your help. Help them within your means and tell them what happened this day. This will be my payback. Merry Christmas and Happy Chanukah.”
As long as he lived, my father helped others when he could, and I’ve done my best to do my part in paying his generosity back.
—Martin Klapper, Longmont, Colorado
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Thanks for sharing this . It has lots of people love sharing Depression or anxiety.
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what an incredibly beautiful story
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Thank you, Kind Sir! 🙂
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What a splendid story!
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Agreed, Mick! We loved it 🙂
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If any body want to be great he must help others who are are in poor condition. Without helping others we don’t be great. From this story we learn about a helping cycle.This is great and we should apply this helping method in our society to make it beautiful.http://www.inspiretips.wordpress.com
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Can I reblog,
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Please do 🙂
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Shall do so ASAP.
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Thanks pal.
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Reblogged this on seenu625, sorry for the error. Typographical errors.
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Beautiful story…….and a wonderful message……… loved this….. 🙂 🙂
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A very uplifting story. Thank you for sharing.
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What an incredibly beautiful story, it touched my heart and yes that man was God in disguise and so nice to know that your dad then started helping people and remained happy and contented. Thank you so much for sharing with the lovely presentation too.
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At this time we need reminders that we can indeed positively effect each other’s existence. Compassion and kindness isn’t always easy, but it is necessary.
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beautiful!
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It’s the season of giving.
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Reblogged this on Kindness Blog.
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