There is a village in northern India, called Geyma village. Here the land is barren, people live in poverty, even to fill the stomach is a problem. The villagers also want to change the status quo, but struggle to find a way to make money.
There is a road not far from Geyma village, which is a kind of simple road, and the road is in bad condition, and the vehicles passing there often have accidents. Once, a truck loaded with edible cans overturned into a ditch there, and a truckload of cans rolled down to the ground. The driver was injured and stopped a car to go to the hospital, and those goods were left unattended. When the villagers of Geyma village saw this, they smuggled those cans home. For several days in a row, every family had canned food.
This incident inspired the villagers of Geyma. They dug holes in the highway and caused car accidents. Things also gradually evolved into not only stealing food, but other goods they also took. In the end, they even blatantly robbed. In time, the airstrip next to the village of Geyma became the most unsafe road, and the police department received several reports of robbery of goods in the car every month. The police and the government were at their wits’ end, but the villagers of Geyma had already tasted the sweetness of the looting and were accustomed to this way of life of getting something for nothing.
Looting of goods happened repeatedly around the village of Geyma. That winter, drivers chose to take a detour because goods were often lost passing through the village of Geyma. In this way, the villagers of Geyma had no harvest for several days. That day, finally a truck passed by there, loaded with bags of phosphate starch, an industrial starch. The people of Geyma were not very educated, and in their opinion, starch was food, which could be made into all kinds of delicious food. At once, everyone swarmed, grabbed more than twenty bags of phosphate starch.
The driver is a young man, saw someone robbed his goods, so he stopped the car, followed the robbers to chase the village of Geyma. This, on the contrary, gave the other Geyma village people the opportunity to move the starch from the car unattended without panic.
The young man chased into the village and asked the villagers to return his goods to him, but the people of Geyma village would not hand over the “food” easily, they did not admit to taking his things, and took countermeasures.
The young man pleaded to no avail, he had to tell the villagers, those phosphate starch is not the ordinary use of starch, but industrial starch, toxic, eaten will die, they took it is useless.
The boy was telling the truth. But Geyma village people do not believe, because this phosphate starch either from the color or feel, are no different from their usual food starch, not to mention, in their view, starch is used to make food, how can it be toxic?
The young man saw that the villagers did not believe, scared and at a loss for words. He wanted to go to the police station to report the case, however, he was worried that once he left, someone would really make those starches into food to eat, and then there would be a human life. Although he was not responsible for the deaths, but he could not stand by and watch these people go to their deaths! He had to go door to door to explain the situation, and even kneeled down to the villagers, asking them: “You do not give me the starch, it does not matter, the big deal I suffer a little loss, but I beg you, do not eat the starch, it will kill people.”
The young man’s persistence, so that the villagers do not believe his words to will believe, someone will be that starch to feed the chickens to test the words of the young man is true or false, the results, eat this starch of the chickens died in a short time.
This time, the villagers were shocked, and then deeply moved. They robbed the young man’s goods, the young man should resent them, even if they ate that starch was poisoned, but also deserved. The young man went to the trouble of kneeling down to ask them not to eat the industrial starch, saving their lives. Such love, such kindness, such a heart, made them ashamed and moved.
The villagers spontaneously handed over all those industrial starches and re-delivered them to the young man’s car. Since then, Geyma village people have not looted the goods, even if someone wants to hit the idea of passing vehicles, someone immediately came forward to speak: “Think about the good man, we hurt him, but he saved the lives of our village. Think about him, do we have the face to continue to do this kind of harm to others? Are we really the devil?”
The highway near Geyma village was peaceful, and after the police’s governance and the government’s guidance failed to produce results, the kind kneeling and loving act of a young driver changed everything.
People’s habits can be changed, depending on how you change; people’s good thoughts can be awakened, depending on how you wake up. Anyone’s heart, in fact, there is a kind string, this string, only love can pluck it. If you want people to be kind, first give your love. The more evil people, you use your love, you can also wake up his goodness, so that he abandoned the evil ideas.
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