Today is a Beautiful day....(Completely revised and updated)

A black boy sat on the steps of a building with a hat by his feet. He held up a sign which said: "I am black in America, please help." There were no coins in the hat.

A white man was walking by. He took out a few coins and purchased a newspaper at a stand near the boy. He dropped his eyes and saw the boy for a moment and thought, "Just another kid of a welfare mother I'm already paying for." He walked away grumbling without putting anything in the hat.

The black boy soon realized saw no one would put money in his hat. Black men and women had none to spare and white men and women wouldn't give. He took the sign, turned it around and wrote some words. He put the sign back so that everyone would see the new words.

The hat never filled up though...

That afternoon, the white man who bought the newspaper came back to buy to Camel cigarettes. He saw the boy again and thought "Still beggin huh? Get a job shining shoes or something."

The man saw the boy's sign said something different, "The saddest thing in the world is a man who is blind but thinks he can see"

The driver of the R124 bus, which runs down Wilmont street at 2:53pm every day didn't see the man jaywalking into his lane as he still has his head turned reading the sign. Upon impact, the man flew 50 feet in the air. His brown loafers remained neatly place where he once stood. The black boy rushed to his side and held his hand. The boy was colorless this time. He wasn't the son of a welfare mother. The man breathlessly murmured only two words, "Help me...."

After the white man's extensive recuperation, he came to find his health care maximum thresholds had been reached. He still was not fully healed. He and his family spent the rest of his life soliciting donations from the general public, with no preconditions on race when asking.

Moral of the story:

Be thankful for the privileges that have been extended to you because of completely random circumstances. A child born in the slums of Mumbai, India could easily have been the heir of a billionaire in Beverly Hills. The child didn't choose his or her life circumstance.  

When life gives you 100 reasons to smile, keep in mind that someone else has a 1,000 reasons to cry.

It's a beautiful thing to see a person smiling but even more beautiful when you see a person frowning and ask how you can help.

Have a Beautiful day

Fin

A black boy sat on the steps of a building with a hat by his feet. He held up a sign which said: "I am black in America, please help." There were no coins in the hat.

A white man was walking by. He took out a few coins and purchased a newspaper at a stand near the boy. He dropped his eyes and saw the boy for a moment and thought, "Just another kid of a welfare mother I'm already paying for." He walked away grumbling without putting anything in the hat.

The black boy soon realized saw no one would put money in his hat. Black men and women had none to spare and white men and women wouldn't give. He took the sign, turned it around and wrote some words. He put the sign back so that everyone would see the new words.

The hat never filled up though...

That afternoon, the white man who bought the newspaper came back to buy to Camel cigarettes. He saw the boy again and thought "Still beggin huh? Get a job shining shoes or something."

The man saw the boy's sign said something different, "The saddest thing in the world is a man who is blind but thinks he can see"

The driver of the R124 bus, which runs down Wilmont street at 2:53pm every day didn't see the man jaywalking into his lane as he still has his head turned reading the sign. Upon impact, the man flew 50 feet in the air. His brown loafers remained neatly place where he once stood. The black boy rushed to his side and held his hand. The boy was colorless this time. He wasn't the son of a welfare mother. The man breathlessly murmured only two words, "Help me...."

After the white man's extensive recuperation, he came to find his health care maximum thresholds had been reached. He still was not fully healed. He and his family spent the rest of his life soliciting donations from the general public, with no preconditions on race when asking.

Moral of the story:

Be thankful for the privileges that have been extended to you because of completely random circumstances. A child born in the slums of Mumbai, India could easily have been the heir of a billionaire in Beverly Hills. The child didn't choose his or her life circumstance.  

When life gives you 100 reasons to smile, keep in mind that someone else has a 1,000 reasons to cry.

It's a beautiful thing to see a person smiling but even more beautiful when you see a person frowning and ask how you can help.

Have a Beautiful day

Fin

A black boy sat on the steps of a building with a hat by his feet. He held up a sign which said: "I am black in America, please help." There were no coins in the hat.

A white man was walking by. He took out a few coins and purchased a newspaper at a stand near the boy. He dropped his eyes and saw the boy for a moment and thought, "Just another kid of a welfare mother I'm already paying for." He walked away grumbling without putting anything in the hat.

The black boy soon realized saw no one would put money in his hat. Black men and women had none to spare and white men and women wouldn't give. He took the sign, turned it around and wrote some words. He put the sign back so that everyone would see the new words.

The hat never filled up though...

That afternoon, the white man who bought the newspaper came back to buy to Camel cigarettes. He saw the boy again and thought "Still beggin huh? Get a job shining shoes or something."

The man saw the boy's sign said something different, "The saddest thing in the world is a man who is blind but thinks he can see"

The driver of the R124 bus, which runs down Wilmont street at 2:53pm every day didn't see the man jaywalking into his lane as he still has his head turned reading the sign. Upon impact, the man flew 50 feet in the air. His brown loafers remained neatly place where he once stood. The black boy rushed to his side and held his hand. The boy was colorless this time. He wasn't the son of a welfare mother. The man breathlessly murmured only two words, "Help me...."

After the white man's extensive recuperation, he came to find his health care maximum thresholds had been reached. He still was not fully healed. He and his family spent the rest of his life soliciting donations from the general public, with no preconditions on race when asking.

Moral of the story:

Be thankful for the privileges that have been extended to you because of completely random circumstances. A child born in the slums of Mumbai, India could easily have been the heir of a billionaire in Beverly Hills. The child didn't choose his or her life circumstance.  

When life gives you 100 reasons to smile, keep in mind that someone else has a 1,000 reasons to cry.

It's a beautiful thing to see a person smiling but even more beautiful when you see a person frowning and ask how you can help.

Have a Beautiful day

Fin

A black boy sat on the steps of a building with a hat by his feet. He held up a sign which said: "I am black in America, please help." There were no coins in the hat.

A white man was walking by. He took out a few coins and purchased a newspaper at a stand near the boy. He dropped his eyes and saw the boy for a moment and thought, "Just another kid of a welfare mother I'm already paying for." He walked away grumbling without putting anything in the hat.

The black boy soon realized saw no one would put money in his hat. Black men and women had none to spare and white men and women wouldn't give. He took the sign, turned it around and wrote some words. He put the sign back so that everyone would see the new words.

The hat never filled up though...

That afternoon, the white man who bought the newspaper came back to buy to Camel cigarettes. He saw the boy again and thought "Still beggin huh? Get a job shining shoes or something."

The man saw the boy's sign said something different, "The saddest thing in the world is a man who is blind but thinks he can see"

The driver of the R124 bus, which runs down Wilmont street at 2:53pm every day didn't see the man jaywalking into his lane as he still has his head turned reading the sign. Upon impact, the man flew 50 feet in the air. His brown loafers remained neatly place where he once stood. The black boy rushed to his side and held his hand. The boy was colorless this time. He wasn't the son of a welfare mother. The man breathlessly murmured only two words, "Help me...."

After the white man's extensive recuperation, he came to find his health care maximum thresholds had been reached. He still was not fully healed. He and his family spent the rest of his life soliciting donations from the general public, with no preconditions on race when asking.

Moral of the story:

Be thankful for the privileges that have been extended to you because of completely random circumstances. A child born in the slums of Mumbai, India could easily have been the heir of a billionaire in Beverly Hills. The child didn't choose his or her life circumstance.  

When life gives you 100 reasons to smile, keep in mind that someone else has a 1,000 reasons to cry.

It's a beautiful thing to see a person smiling but even more beautiful when you see a person frowning and ask how you can help.

Have a Beautiful day

Fin