This story is about a beautiful, rich, expensively dressed lady who complained to her psychiatrist that, she felt her whole life was empty and worthless, had no meaning after her husband passed away.
She became all alone in the big house. All these German Cars, House, Expensive Furniture, French Cutlery, French Perfume, Persian Carpet, Imported Piano, all the Beethoven Collection, they all became, just useless objects to her.
After a long thinking, she decided to do something about it. Then next question was, “What to do now?”
So the lady went to visit a counsellor to seek permanent and long-lasting happiness. The counsellor called over an old lady who cleaned the office floors.
The counsellor then said to the rich lady “I’m going to ask Mary here to tell you how she found happiness. All I want you to do is listen to her.”
So the old cleaning lady put down her broom and sat on a chair and told her story:
“Well, my husband died of malaria and three months later my only son was killed in a car accident. I had nobody… I had nothing left. I couldn’t sleep, I couldn’t eat, I never smiled at anyone, I even thought of taking my own life.
Little Kitten
Then one evening, a little kitten followed me home from work. Somehow I felt sorry for that kitten. It was cold outside, so I decided to let the kitten in. I got it some milk, and the kitten licked the plate clean. Then it purred and rubbed against my leg and for the first time, in months, I smiled.
Then I stopped to think, if helping a little kitten could make me smile, may be doing something for people could make me happier.
So the next day I baked some biscuits and took them to a neighbour who was sick in bed. Every day I tried to do something nice for someone. It made me so happy to see them happy. Today, I don’t know of anybody who sleeps and eats better than I do. I’ve found happiness, by giving it to others.”
When the rich lady heard that, she cried. She had everything that money could buy, but she had lost the things which money cannot buy.
The beauty of life does not depend on how happy you are; it depends on how happy others can be because of you.
Later, that lady became a President of a Philanthropic Organization in Dallas Texas, where President John F. Kennedy was killed by Lee Harvey Oswald, who in turn, was killed by another maniac, Jack Ruby.
Now the lady is busy almost all twenty-four hours of the day, serving people, finding eternal happiness.
