Here is the story. Be prepared to be moved.
YOU REAP WHAT YOU SOW
‘Good morning’ said a woman as she walked up to the man sitting on the ground.
The man slowly looked up.
This was a woman clearly used to the finer things of life. Her coat was new. She looked like she had never missed a meal in her life.
His first thought was that she wanted to make fun of him, like so many others had done before. ‘Leave me alone,’ he growled…
To his amazement, the woman continued standing.
She was smiling — her even white teeth displayed in dazzling rows. ‘Are you hungry?’ she asked.
‘No,’ he answered sarcastically. ‘I’ve just come from dining with the president. Now go away.’
The woman’s smile became even broader. Suddenly the man felt a gentle hand under his arm.
‘What are you doing, lady?’ the man asked angrily. ‘I said leave me alone.
Just then a policeman came up. ‘Is there any problem, ma’am?’ he asked..
‘No problem here, officer,’ the woman answered. ‘I’m just trying to get this man to his feet. Will you help me?’
The officer scratched his head. ‘That’s old Jack. He’s been a fixture around here for a couple of years. What do you want with him?’
‘See that cafeteria over there?’ she asked. ‘I’m going to get him something to eat and get him out of the cold for awhile.’
‘This is a good deal for you, Jack’ the officer answered. ‘Don’t blow it..’
Finally, and with some difficulty, the woman and the police officer got Jack into the cafeteria and sat him at a table in a remote corner. It was the middle of the morning, most of the breakfast crowd had already left and the lunch bunch had not yet arrived…
The manager strode across the cafeteria and stood by his table. ‘What’s going on here, officer?’ he asked. ‘What is all this, is this man in trouble?’
‘This lady brought this man in here to be fed,’ the policeman answered.
‘Not in here!’ the manager replied angrily. ‘Having a person like that here is bad for business..’
Old Jack smiled a toothless grin. ‘See, lady. I told you so. Now if you’ll let me go. I didn’t want to come here in the first place.’
The woman turned to the cafeteria manager and smiled….. ‘Sir, are you familiar with Eddy and Associates, the banking firm down the street?’
‘Of course I am,’ the manager answered impatiently. ‘They hold their weekly meetings in one of my banquet rooms.’
‘And do you make a godly amount of money providing food at these weekly meetings?’
‘What business is that of yours?’
‘I, sir, am Penelope Eddy, president and CEO of the company.’
The woman smiled again. ‘I thought that might make a difference.’ She glanced at the cop who was busy stifling a giggle. ‘Would you like to join us in a cup of coffee and a meal, officer?’
‘No thanks, ma’am,’ the officer replied. ‘I’m on duty.’
‘Then, perhaps, a cup of coffee to go?’
‘Yes, ma’am. That would be nice.’
The cafeteria manager turned on his heel, ‘I’ll get your coffee for you right away, officer.’
The officer watched him walk away. ‘You certainly put him in his place,’ he said.
‘That was not my intent. Believe it or not, I have a reason for all this.’
She sat down at the table across from her amazed dinner guest. She stared at him intently. ‘Jack, do you remember me?’
Old Jack searched her face with his old, watery eyes. ‘I think so — I mean you do look familiar.’
‘I’m a little older perhaps,’ she said. ‘Maybe I’ve even filled out more than in my younger days when you worked here, and I came through that very door, cold and hungry.’
‘Ma’am?’ the officer said questioningly. He couldn’t believe that such a magnificently turned out woman could ever have been hungry.
‘I was just out of college,’ the woman began. ‘I had come to the city looking for a job, but I couldn’t find anything. Finally I was down to my last few cents, had been kicked out of my apartment. I walked the streets for days. It was February and I was cold and nearly starving. I saw this place and came in on the off-chance that I could get something to eat.’
Jack lit up with a smile. ‘Now I remember,’ he said. ‘I was behind the serving counter. You came up and asked me if you could work for something to eat. I said that it was against company policy.’
‘I know,’ the woman continued. ‘Then you made me the biggest roast beef sandwich that I had ever seen, gave me a cup of coffee, and told me to go over to a corner table and enjoy it. I was afraid that you would get into trouble. Then, when I looked over and saw you put the price of my food in the cash register, I knew then that everything would be all right.’
‘So you started your own business…’ Old Jack said.
‘I got a job that very afternoon. I worked my way up. Eventually I started my own business that prospered.’ She opened her purse and pulled out a business card. ‘When you are finished here, I want you to pay a visit to a Mr. Lyons…He’s the personnel director of my company. I’ll go talk to him now and I’m certain he’ll find something for you to do around the office.’ She smiled. ‘I think he might even find the funds to give you a little advance so that you can buy some clothes and get a place to live until you get on your feet. If you ever need anything, my door is always open to you.’
There were tears in the old man’s eyes. ‘How can I ever thank you?’ he said.
‘Don’t thank me,’ the woman answered. ‘Thank yourself.’
Outside the cafeteria, the officer and the woman paused at the entrance before going their separate ways….
‘Thank you for all your help, officer,’ she said.
‘On the contrary, Ms. Eddy,’ he answered. ‘Thank you. I saw a miracle today, something that I will never forget. And. And thank you for the coffee.’
No, that is not how it works.
I bet Jack already got “paid” when he felt good about himself and what he did when he paid for that poor girl’s food.
And Ms. Eddy feels good that she could do good… but unless her life has integrity, this one good deed won’t do much for her well-being.
This is not a checks and balances world. I do not believe in karma… but I do believe that evil, bad actions will make you shrink when there is an opportunity presenting itself, when you need to sell the value you know how to provide… because you will punish yourself.
There is no god to do it for you. You’ll do plenty of self-punishing… no need for some god.
PS: Interestingly enough I had a Jack in my life. I was near homeless, near hungry, definitely jobless and penniless. I did not repay him in kind, instead I am still practicing the Pay it forward principle: lots more opportunities to make myself feel good about myself, and feel the gratitude towards Jack who started it for me. Thank you Jack.
PPS: like with everything, spiritual actions are not events. Unless it is a habit, unless it is a conscious way of living… it is like chocolate on chicken shit.