I was waiting for the bus at West Croydon station when I saw a piece of paper on the floor, which looked like a currency note from afar. With some hesitation, I slowly walked down the aisle to where my object of attention lay, peacefully. A closer look revealed that it was a derelict Ten Pound note. I was curious as this certainly was not usual. Inspecting the surrounding with "eagle eyes" I wondered if someone was trying to pull a prank on me, or if this indeed had been a mistake. Mustering up some courage I stooped, picked up the tenor and stood still, waiting for some sadist freak to come out of from hiding and pounce on me, claiming his or her victim. Nothing of that sort happened which convinced me that the money had indeed been dropped unknowingly by some careless creature, or possibly by a poor, unlucky soul.
But by now, I realized, I was in a dilemma. In my heart, I had no intention of spending this find of mine on myself and thus started wondering on how to put it to best use. Strong intentions to use the Unexpected Gain for a genuine and noble cause ruled out donations to the Church or to almsmen. You do not get to see donation boxes outside Churches here and I always staunchly discourage begging. With no luck with ideas and the bus approaching, I folded the note and deposited it safely in my purse. Leaving behind those charitable thoughts at the bus station, I boarded my bus and soon forgot about the whole affair.
I forgot about the little incident completely until that day. On way to my client location, I usually come across this blind man at Chancery Lane underground station. As you make your way out, one could see him standing near the base of the escalator most of the days, whistling out enthusiastically. He would put in a lot of effort, gasping for breath at times, but always bringing out the best of tunes which were no less than appealingly melodious. I used to find him absolutely astonishing at his work, and to confess, overwhelming. At times I also managed to drop in some spare change into his little basket which he kept on the ground, holding it in place using his white cane.
That day I was in a hurry, already late for my afternoon meeting, when I walked past the blind man at Chancery Lane. Suddenly something dawned on me and I stopped, as if hit by lightening. The noble cause I had been searching for all the while was there, right in front of me, staring at my face, whistling away. But it had never occurred to me. This was indeed something special, something I had always wanted to do. Without much ado, opening my purse I searched for the ten pound note only to find it untouched and neatly tucked in one corner. I took it out and walked towards the blind man. John (his name shown on the tag hanging around his neck) was whistling away with his usual elan entertaining the London commuters, most of them taking little notice of him. I did not feel like leaving the money in his basket and thus touched his hand softly. He stopped whistling and gazed around blankly, which made me realize that my unannounced gesture had startled him. I quickly placed the ten pound note into the palm of his hand and turned to leave, when he softly said "Thank you", realizing that someone had placed money in his hands. By this time I could feel tears swell up my eyes. Slowly leaving Johns' side, I headed for the escalator. I was "bountily" happy and proud of the noble cause well achieved, and just could not wait to tell this to someone. I called my wife and told her how happy I was today, rejoicing at the thought that my Unexpected Gain could bring a little happiness in someones' life.
But by now, I realized, I was in a dilemma. In my heart, I had no intention of spending this find of mine on myself and thus started wondering on how to put it to best use. Strong intentions to use the Unexpected Gain for a genuine and noble cause ruled out donations to the Church or to almsmen. You do not get to see donation boxes outside Churches here and I always staunchly discourage begging. With no luck with ideas and the bus approaching, I folded the note and deposited it safely in my purse. Leaving behind those charitable thoughts at the bus station, I boarded my bus and soon forgot about the whole affair.
I forgot about the little incident completely until that day. On way to my client location, I usually come across this blind man at Chancery Lane underground station. As you make your way out, one could see him standing near the base of the escalator most of the days, whistling out enthusiastically. He would put in a lot of effort, gasping for breath at times, but always bringing out the best of tunes which were no less than appealingly melodious. I used to find him absolutely astonishing at his work, and to confess, overwhelming. At times I also managed to drop in some spare change into his little basket which he kept on the ground, holding it in place using his white cane.
That day I was in a hurry, already late for my afternoon meeting, when I walked past the blind man at Chancery Lane. Suddenly something dawned on me and I stopped, as if hit by lightening. The noble cause I had been searching for all the while was there, right in front of me, staring at my face, whistling away. But it had never occurred to me. This was indeed something special, something I had always wanted to do. Without much ado, opening my purse I searched for the ten pound note only to find it untouched and neatly tucked in one corner. I took it out and walked towards the blind man. John (his name shown on the tag hanging around his neck) was whistling away with his usual elan entertaining the London commuters, most of them taking little notice of him. I did not feel like leaving the money in his basket and thus touched his hand softly. He stopped whistling and gazed around blankly, which made me realize that my unannounced gesture had startled him. I quickly placed the ten pound note into the palm of his hand and turned to leave, when he softly said "Thank you", realizing that someone had placed money in his hands. By this time I could feel tears swell up my eyes. Slowly leaving Johns' side, I headed for the escalator. I was "bountily" happy and proud of the noble cause well achieved, and just could not wait to tell this to someone. I called my wife and told her how happy I was today, rejoicing at the thought that my Unexpected Gain could bring a little happiness in someones' life.
By the time I reached the top of the escalator I could hear John ardently whistling off a new tune, perhaps dedicated to his anonymous giver...
