Robbed by my GENEROSITY!

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Yesterday, a man not so old yet not so young turned up at my door and begged me for some cash. Now, as I looked at him, he was wearing a shabby yellow color gho with worn out slippers. So I figured he must be from one of the villages around Yangtse.

He fumbled amidst tears ‘Sir, please spare me some cash, my sister is dying in the hospital.’ I had lots of questions, but I chose to ask, ‘Why? What happened?’   And he narrated, ‘my sister has a kidney failure and I want to take her to a bigger hospital. I don’t have anybody to rely on. That’s why; I am walking and begging on everybody’s door.’

I had to calm him down, offer him a meal and give him Nu. 2000. I had to put up an argumentative debate with my wife because she wasn’t with me with the sum that I have decided to grant. I had to make her understand, the man’s genuineness, I suppose.

The other teachers followed my lead and donated him a handful sum. So I thought, he made a good collection. I bid him farewell and advised him to take good care of his sister.

So today, I had to go to the Dzongkhag for some official work. As soon as I approached the first shop, there was a man lying in the middle of the road. So I honked and honked but the man simply lied there, like a dead cow. I went to check on him and to my utter surprise; he was the same man that came to beg at our place.

And to top my sheer disappointment, he smelled like a punctured alcohol barrel. That's when  I figured that he must have dropped there; flat drunk!   

I didn't know what to do? I couldn't lift him and he couldn't stand on his own. So I dragged him to the side of the road and proceeded with my journey.

After completing my official work, I asked few shopkeepers about the man on the road. To which I was told that he does that when he runs out of the money to buy himself a drink.

Upon hearing about his emotional trick to make others give, I felt mad, irritated and remorseful because I believed him and also made others to believe. I thought I was helping him for god’s sake! And this is what I get out of my humble generosity? So much for my freaking generosity! I felt sick to the end!

That man did not rob me, my money but my sincere GENEROSITY! These are the people whom I hate the most. I know, there isn’t a point in crying over a spilt milk but lets face it guys; this isn’t a show or a film. This is my life. I have to shout from morning till evening trying to earn my living. Every cent is important as it can be. And there I was, wasting on that lunatic drunk!

As I reached home, I felt different. I know my wife doesn’t have a clue about the man. All she knows is that we have helped a guy save his sister. I know she deserves a truth but something tells me she won’t understand. After all she wasn’t with my idea of giving Nu. 2000 to a total stranger, that too without even understanding the situation, a bit.  

I have heard that generosity come with a cost and I pretty much believe, that I have paid my share of price by being such a freaking GENEROUS!