Jake raised funds for charities, helped old neighbors shoveling snow, left groceries and gifts for the poorest family in the dilapidated house down the road. Otherwise Christmas would’ve passed by unnoticed. One day he’d raised $50,000!
Everyone said Jake would give the shirt off his back to anyone in need, but his wife, Ellen, yelled when he arrived home without the milk. His son even moped when Jake missed soccer games. He couldn’t understand.
Then came that Friday, when only his recliner remained in the living room. A one word note, ‘Goodbye.’ He crumpled to the floor.
So good. So alone.
Charity begins at home?
That may be the four word story. Bravo!
No profit in his own country?.
Very sad.
And yet, he was misunderstood, and though he crumpled to the floor, he could go on doing his good work without people who didn’t believe in him. It’s sad, but it’s also could be taken as a metaphor for a lot of people who need more understanding for what they are like.
Wow! Love this!
Very nice!
My experience in working with global and other “do-gooders” for decades is that they sometimes seriously neglect their families for the sake of the “larger community.” Same goes for some politicians. We can’t tell from this brief account whether Jake’s wife and son felt emotionally and otherwise neglected. it’s usually hard to be married to a saint!
I agree. “Saints” often give to the larger community without realizing they might be neglecting those who are devoted to them. Sometimes it’s impossible to get the right balance.