Noble charity

A beggar came to my door and asked my mother for money. The beggar was very poor. His right hand and his whole arm were broken off, and the empty sleeves were dangling, which made people uncomfortable to look at. I thought my mother would be generous, but my mother pointed to a pile of bricks in front of the door and said to the beggar, "Please help me carry this pile of bricks to the back of the house."

The beggar said angrily: "I only have one hand, you still have the heart to ask me to move bricks, do not want to give, why bother me?"

The mother was not angry and stooped to pick up the bricks. He carried it with only one hand on purpose. After he had moved it, he said, "You see, you can work with one hand. I can do it, why can't you?"

The beggar stared at his mother with strange eyes. His sharp Adam's apple rolled up and down twice like an olive. Finally, he bent down and lifted two bricks at a time with his only hand. He had been moving the bricks for two hours, wheezing with fatigue, his face dusty, and his locks of hair, wet with sweat, lying slanted against his forehead.

Mother handed the beggar a snow-white towel. The beggar took it and wiped his face and neck very carefully. The white towel turned to black. Mother handed the beggar another 20 yuan. The beggar took the money and said, "Thank you."

"You don't have to thank me," said the mother. "You earned it by your strength."

The beggar said, "I won't forget you." He bowed low to his mother and went on his way.

After many days, another beggar came to my door and asked my mother for money. The mother asked the beggar to carry the bricks from the back of the house to the front of the house and gave him 20 yuan as well.

Puzzled, I asked my mother, "Last time you asked the beggar to move the bricks from the front to the back of the house. This time you asked the beggar to move the bricks from the back to the front of the house. Do you want bricks in the back or in front of the house?"

Mother said, "This pile of bricks is the same in front of the house and behind the house."

I pout and said, "Then I won't move."

My mother touched my head and said, "For beggars, carrying bricks is not the same as not carrying bricks..."

After that, a few more beggars came, and our bricks were moved from house to house.

A few years later, a very respectable man came to my house. He was dressed in a suit and tie, imposing, just like those big bosses on TV, but he had only one left hand, and on the right was an empty sleeve, swinging.

Taking his mother's hand, he leaned over and said, "If it weren't for you, I'd still be a beggar. Because you made me carry bricks, today I am the chairman of a company."

"You did it yourself," said the mother.

The one-armed president is going to move my mother and my family to the city to live a good life as city people.

The mother said, "We can't accept your care."

'Why?

"Because we all have two hands!"

The chairman insisted, "I've already bought you a house."

Mother smiled and said: "Then you give the house to people who don't even have a hand!"