I have missed a note of 50.

I was coming home back on foot On the way there was a paper on an electric pillar. Going and looking, it was written:

Please read

"On this route, I have missed a note of 50. I do not see it properly. Whatever you can get, please give it to this address." ...

I do not know why this was the desire to go to that address. Remember the address. It was a house in the last of that street. When the voice went there, an old man came out slowly with the help of a stick. I knew he was alone. She does not appear properly.

"Mother ji", I said - "I lost your lost 50 I have come to give it."

The elderly started crying.

"Beti, till now, 50-60 people have given me 50-50. I have not read or written, I do not see it properly. I do not know who has been written for the purpose of helping me look at this condition."
To say a lot, Mother kept her money. But a request - 'Daughter, I have not written it. Someone would have compassion on me and wrote it down. Tearing and tossing it as you go.

I stopped by saying yes, but my conscience forced me to think that even 50-60 people "mother" had said the same. Nobody has torn. My heart is filled with gratitude towards that person. Who found the solution to serve this old man. There are many ways to help, but this kind of service touched my heart.

And I did not even tear that paper. Ways to help are many, there should be a strong desire to do only karma.