Circle of Love at Christmas

A nice story by Jon, Kampala Uganda

My mother has told me and my sister Karin, that Christmas this year will be very simple, we only get a small prize and there will be no special celebration. Our father has just left us and we live far from relatives, away from friends, mothers do not have a steady income and we also do not have much hope for our future. However, every night I pray for miracles to happen.
On the night before Christmas, we heard a knock at the door, my mother and I went out to a small porch in front of our home. We saw two men with two large baskets filled with food and gifts. Mother's tears began to flow, tears of joy and maybe also a little sadness. He was flooded with disbelief. Karin and I am very glad I did not think we will get a prize so much. Apparently the two men are our neighbors, and although we did not know each other but they felt that we needed help and they want to do something to make us feel special Christmas. We accept food, sweets, dry kueh-kueh, toys and other gifts.
Now many years have passed, and I'm past the slums of Kampala, Uganda. I am here to help build schools. The rain had just stopped and the roads filled with mud dirty crimson. In the opposite direction I saw a woman walking, holding the limp-studded shoes to protect his shoes from the mud. I looked at his face and our eyes met. In an instant I know, I do not understand how I know but it has come just like that. And this is not just happen this time. I knew she was looking for a job and he needs the money to finance his family life. I paused and looked at him. He wore clothes bought from flea markets that sell clothing. And that's likely the best clothes he had.
I asked him, "You do not have transport money huh?" He nodded, "I do not have food for my children." I reached into his pocket and spend $ 50 and also give a dime for her ride public transportation. $ 50 enough money to buy food for her family for a month.
As I gave money to him, he cried and told me he was not supposed to receive the money, but he was forced, and he would pray for me. He said again, "This morning I prayed for a miracle, for a sign and by noon I met you."
After that we continued our journey respectively. He was glad to answer my prayer and reflect on what I just experienced, what we had just experienced. I realized that I had just taken part in a divine plan, a loop that goes on that allows miracles to continue. I used to receive His grace and blessings, now I am able to give.

Life is like a wheel that kept spinning. This allows us to feel every thing is different in our lives. Sadness and joy also suffering and happiness. The difference is the quality and quantity of each person experiencing it. We should always remember this so that when you're in a position 'above' us not forget our neighbor who was 'under'. "Keep doing good", said Mother Teresa of Calcutta, "although all opposed and ridiculed, but keep doing good". When we receive good treatment from others, continue to the other fellow, be sure not to goodness it stopped on us. We never know how important our kindness to others