you are the one who has completely changed my perception about life, thro’ your ‘alchemist’

right now i am translating your english version to tamil (an indian language) for the benefit of my friends and family members who can’t understand english.

my blog is http://www.bala-win-paarvai.blogspot.com

thanks for your inspirational and mystic writing,

warm regards
dammam bala

She married an English soldier during the war, and went to live in far-off England. When my uncle retired, they decided to try to live the rest of their days in Indonesia, where my aunt came from. While here, they provided scholarships for many street children, but whose names they did not even want to remember.

When eventually they returned to England (the tropical heat was too much for my uncle), they continued to donate most of their money to charities in Indonesia and England, as they had done during most of their marriage.

When my uncle died, my aunt burned all his papers. When I had opportunity to visit her in her little, rented apartment on the ground floor of an old-fashioned house, she told me that she also planned to burn all her papers when she thought the end would be near. I protested and said that may be her nieces and nephews would like to have some documents to remember her by (they had no children of their own).

When she died, and my sister and I went to attend the funeral, true to form, she had left orders for all her papers to be destroyed and all her goods to be distributed to charities. Nothing was left. But the pastor of her parish held a single piece of carving, and handed it to us, because he did not know whether a piece of wood should be considered a “document”.

My sister and I stared at the piece – a rough, almost modern-looking carving depicting a scene of a buffalo in the middle if a paddy-field, pulling a yoke – and instinctively turned it over. There were three blurred letters, presumably the initials of the artist. But, clearly stamped for all to see was the name of an orphanage in Jakarta, with the two words meaning thank you in Indonesian: Terima Kasih, literally meaning “accepting gift” or “accepting love”, and the year: 1970.

We checked out the orphanage when we arrived home. It had been closed down for many years.

Somewhere, in Indonesia — or maybe elsewhere in the world — a person (and many others) is/are living and breathing, whose life/lives has/have been changed by a donation that allowed him/her/them to continue their education, and they have no idea who the donor was. And by the same token, the donors simply did not want to know who those persons are.

Thank you Paolo Coelho for making me understand three years later. I accept your gift.

What a delightful story! You know how many people would have chosen the first two out of vanity!

Thank you for reminding us about doing good without anyone knowing, and without even ourselves realizing it. How? By just being loving and caring in all we do. If we practise that at all times, it becomes second nature.

The Witch of Portobello was just available here in Jakarta, and I am going to read it today!

You are such a blessing!

Sincerely,

Li ZHU

This man was a guardian angel for many people throughout his life; This is true, humble and unconditional love…

“To love for the sake of being loved is human, But to love for the sake of loving is angelic.” by lamartine.

VOCÊ tenha muitos sorrisos, suspiros , abraços, alegrias,
cheinhos de esperanças e novos sabores de sentimentos,
vontades, desejos e sonhos !

Tenha um…　

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