Raining cats and dogs!
I entered into a drug store,enquired if umbrellas were sold.
An old lady, the owner — I am sureshe has already seen eighty summers —
with a smile, said: "Sorry, no!No umbrella.
My umbrella you take.I go home, no rain."
I declined her kindest offer.
She insisted.She made at least ten sincere requests.
Finally I surrendered.She gave me her own rain protection.
I gave her 100 yen.She refused adamantly.
"No money.Gift, my gift.
Go home!"Perhaps the flow of my doleful gratitude
pierced her heart.She changed her mind.
Smiling, she took the money from me andgave me three beautiful handkerchiefs in
return.On the morrow the rain ceased.
I entered into a shop to buy a suitcase.I saw the shop selling umbrellas, too.
Soon I came to discoverthe price of umbrellas.
The one the old lady with the gold heart hadgiven me was worth 460 yen.
This time I prayed to Godto thank her on my behalf.
God did listen to my prayer. ```From:Sri Chinmoy,My salutation to Japan, Vishma Press, 1973
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