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charity
Sunday, January 21, 2007, 11:41 PM
CHARITY

CHArity.

ONE DAY, ON THE WAY TO BROADRICK ROAD TO ATTEND A SOCCER CLASS, I SAW A VERY VERY VERY VERY POOR AND OLD BEGGER. HE WAS SOO OLD AND HAD WRINKES. WHEN I WALKED PAST HIM, HE SMELT LIKE ROTTEN, ROTTEN RUBBISH.
I WRINKLED MY NOSE AND WALKED PAST HIM WITHOUT EVEN REALISING THE PLEADING LOOK IN HIS EYES.

I PROCEEDED ON MY JOURNEY, MEETING MY BESTEST FRIEND, ILMI BILAL. I TOLD HIM ABOUT THE OLD BEGGAR. HE WAS SHOCKED. HE KNEW WHAT IT FELT LIKE AS HE WAS ONCE A FAMILY-LESS CHILD UNTIL SOMEONE ADOPTED HIM. WE FORGOT ABOUT HIM AS IN A WHILE, WE WERE PRACTISING OUR DRILLS IN SOCCER.

AFTER OUR DRILLS, OUR COACH, MR ADAM CALLED US OVER TO HIM. HE TOLD US ABOUT A CHILDRENS HOME. HE HAD ORGANISED A FRIENDLY GAME WITH THEM. ONE GIRL IN THE UNDER 12 CATEGORY ASKED A QUESTION."WHY MUST WE DO IT?!' "I DO NOT WANT TO MIX WITH THOSE PEOPLE".

OUR COACH THEN STRESSED ON CHARITY. CHARITY IS AN ACT OF GIVING. EVEN IF IT NOT MONEY. GIVING CAN BE TIME,EFFORT, EVEN LOVE. IN THIS CASE, IT WAS THE LOVE OF CHILDREN AND TO SPEND TIME WITH PEOPLE WHO LOVE THE GAME. THOSE CHILDREN ARE NEEDIER THEN US, HE SAID.

HE STRESSED:
THOSE CHILDREN do not HAVE PARENTS. THEY DO NOT HAVE ENOUGH MONEY TO GO FOR SOCCER CLASSES LIKE YOU GUYS. THEY DO NOT KNOW THE TRUE MEANING OF LOVE.WE MUST SHOW THEM. SHOW THEM THAT WE CARE. SHOW THEM THAT THERE IS LOVE FOR EVERY SINGLE OONE IN THE WORLD.

THAT TOUCHED US AND ON THE WAY HOME, I MET THE OLD MAN AGAIN. NOT HAVING A LOT OF MONEY...I GAVE ALL OF IT TO HIM AND I SAW HIM, FOR ONCE, SMILING, SMILING A HUGE, TOOTHLESS SMILE.

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