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| It was a rainy night in New Orleans At a bus station in the town I watched a young girl weeping, As her luggage was taken down, It seems she lost her ticket Changing buses in the night She begged them not to leave her there, With no sign of help in sight. The bus driver had a face of stone And his heart was surely the same "Losing your ticket is like losing your money," He said, and left her in the rain. Then an old Indian man stood up And blocked the driver's way He would not let him pass Until he had his say! "How can you leave that girl out here? Have you no God to fear? You know she had a ticket You can't just leave her here. You can't put her out in a city Where she doesn't have a friend, You will meet your schedule, But she may meet her end." That driver showed no sign That he'd heard or even cared, About the young girls problems Or how her travels fared. So the old gentleman said, "For her fare, I'll pay, I'll give her a little money To help her on her way." He went and bought the ticket And helped her to put her luggage In the overhead luggage space. "How can I repay," she said. "The kindness you've showed tonight? We are strangers who won't meet again, A mere "thank you" doesn't seem right." He said, "What goes around comes around, This I've learned with time What you give, you always get back, What you sow, you reap in kind. Always be helpful to others And give what you can spare; For being kind to strangers; We help ANGELS UNAWARE!" author unknown |