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Glimpses of Generosity
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When I was 8 years old, I often visited my father at his clinic to spend time with him. Once a poor farmer who was very sick with a high fever came to the clinic. My father had always taken good care of his patients. After examining the patient, my father wrote a prescription, but the farmer started crying and told my father, "I have no money to pay for your services and prescription." Without enquiring any further, my father told him, "don’t worry about the money for my services." My father then took some money from his pocket and gave it to the patient for purchasing the necessary medication.
Another incident revealing my father’s generosity involved a teenager who was a friend of my older brother. Our home was always open to friends. One day, my father noticed that some of the money that was kept in his coat at home was missing. After missing money several days in a row, my father reported the theft to the police. While the police were investigating, somebody spotted the teenager stealing the money. The police brought the teenager to my father’s clinic. The teenager started crying and begging my father not to press charges against him. My father stared at the boy steadily and said, "don’t steal anymore. I may forgive you this time, but you may not escape punishment in future. If you need any money, ask me." Then my father took some money out of his pocket and gave it to the teenager. My father took the policemen aside and said, "I do not want the boy to go through any torture which could hurt him for the rest of his life." Thus my father not only forgave the teenager, but he also indicated he would help him in the future.
A third incident revealing my father’s generosity, happened in our town at Christian Missionary School. The principal, Ms. Stall, and my father were good friends. The school housed about around 40 orphan children. My father was the doctor for all the boarding children at the school. once, Ms. Stall called on my father and said, "You have served my children for many years, but you have never charged anything for your services. I would like to reward you in some way." my father replied, "they are not only your children, I treat them as my own. I never expected anything from you."
Every Thursday evening, my father gave free medical treatment and medicines through the Rotary Club. He donated books, pencils, pens, etc. for poor students, and gave scholarship money to needy students.
My father never hesitated to give his time for charitable causes or cultural events. He founded an organization that is still in existence after 40 years. The organization encourages artists by rewarding them during annual competitions. When he cared for poets, he accepted poems rather than money as payment. On every wedding anniversary that he and my mother celebrated, he honored poets by giving them new clothes and money.
Even today, many people in Gudur revere him and give special attention to our family more than 30 years after his death. People respect and take care of my mother, who supported him in all his endeavors. I am trying to follow my father’s generosity. I hope my children will follow their grandfather’s generous path.
