Every time I met with a certain old man in the village, he would greet me warmly and then tell me about his boss.He would smile happily with tears in his eyes as he related to me his stories while working under his boss in his younger years.
The old man told me story after story. He was often seen sighing and shaking his head in disbelief. But he was satisfied after he poured out his heart speaking proudly about his boss.
Initially I was getting restless with him. But after a few encounters, I began to realize that he was a faithful worker to his boss who had passed away, and he couldn't stop recounting his blessings under him.
I was touched to the core by the beautiful stories. Tears were swelling up in my eyes.
I believe the old man is doing right recounting the good deeds and I think I will do the same.
For a start, I will learn to smile more frequently and shake more hands. I will learn to say thank you and try to give them a hug. I will repay their favors with some treats in return. And I will acknowledge their good deeds in public.
Yeah, I will start recounting my blessings like the old man.
