I love this story from Katharine Hepburn’s childhood; in her own words.
“Once
when I was a teenager, my father and I were standing in line to buy tickets for
the circus.
Finally,
there was only one other family between us and the ticket counter. This family
made a big impression on me.
There
were eight children, all probably under the age of 12. The way they were
dressed, you could tell they didn't have a lot of money, but their clothes were
neat and clean.
The
children were well-behaved, all of them standing in line, two-by-two behind
their parents, holding hands. They were excitedly jabbering about the clowns,
animals, and all the acts they would be seeing that night. By their excitement
you could sense they had never been to the circus before. It would be a
highlight of their lives.
The
father and mother were at the head of the pack standing proud as could be. The
mother was holding her husband's hand, looking up at him as if to say,
"You're my knight in shining armor." He was smiling and enjoying
seeing his family happy.
The
ticket lady asked the man how many tickets he wanted? He proudly responded,
"I'd like to buy eight children's tickets and two adult tickets, so I can
take my family to the circus." The ticket lady stated the price.
The
man's wife let go of his hand, her head dropped, the man's lip began to quiver.
Then he leaned a little closer and asked, "How much did you say?" The
ticket lady again stated the price.
The
man didn't have enough money. How was he supposed to turn and tell his eight
kids that he didn't have enough money to take them to the circus?
Seeing
what was going on, my dad reached into his pocket, pulled out a $20 bill, and
then dropped it on the ground. (We were not wealthy in any sense of the word!)
My father bent down, picked up the $20 bill, tapped the man on the shoulder and
said, "Excuse me, sir, this fell out of your pocket."
The
man understood what was going on. He wasn't begging for a handout but certainly
appreciated the help in a desperate, heartbreaking and embarrassing situation.
He
looked straight into my dad's eyes, took my dad's hand in both of his, squeezed
tightly onto the $20 bill, and with his lip quivering and a tear streaming down
his cheek, he replied; "Thank you, thank you, sir. This really means a lot
to me and my family."
My
father and I went back to our car and drove home. The $20 that my dad gave away
is what we were going to buy our own tickets with.
Although
we didn't get to see the circus that night, we both felt a joy inside us that
was far greater than seeing the circus could ever provide.
That
day I learned the value of giving.
The
Giver is bigger than the Receiver. If you want to be large, larger than life,
learn to Give. Love has nothing to do with what you are expecting to get - only
with what you are expecting to give - which is everything.
The importance of giving, blessing others can never be over emphasized because there's always joy in giving. Learn to make someone happy by acts of giving.”
(Katherine Hepburn)
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