Paid in full with one glass of milk

In My Eyes: By Edward Antonio

I used to write about politics, fellas, in fact I have grown tired of hitting evil politicians above and below the belts that if I compare my fists with Manny Pacquiao, they are already as callous as his for years of boxing.

I did not grow mellower through the years. I have grown more matured in treating life and the things around me. I always thought nowadays that the greatest legacies we can leave the world are the good influence we can give this generation, whether for current decisions or for posterity.

I remember I was emailed one day by a high-ranking government official for writing about the devil people plying the streets of his domain. He didn’t castigate me for hitting these people, instead, he said my observations were right and that he would see to it that these evil things would be addressed the soonest. I felt like a hero, fellas. I felt I have done something good for my fellowmen.

Then there’s this woman who came to me for help because her creditors (big-time usurers) had been harassing and threatening her. I took the cudgels. The next time she went to pay, I talked with her creditors that she could only pay them back if they would stop milking her with the exorbitantly high interests. I pointed out that the transactions had been illegal and that it would be a lopsided decision once the matter would be brought to authorities concerned. Her creditors agreed and since then, no interest had been iced to her debts.

You see, everyday, we meet problems or people with problems, but there is always a room in us, a shoulder where others would lean and shed their tears. In fact, we must always be our brother’s keepers.

I learned one valuable lesson on how we should prioritize things in life when I read about this story which affected my life forever:

A professor stood before his class and had some items in front of him. When the class began, he wordlessly picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls. He then asked the students if the jar was full. They agreed that it was. The professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar. He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles rolled into the open areas between the golf balls. He then asked the students again if the jar was full. They agreed it was. The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar. Of course, the sand filled up everything else. He asked once more if the jar was full. The students responded with a unanimous ‘yes.’ The professor then produced two Beers from under the table and poured the entire contents into the jar effectively filling the empty space between the sand. The students laughed.

“Now,” said the professor as the laughter subsided, “I want you to recognize that this jar represents your life. The golf balls are the important things: your family, your children, your health, your friends and your favorite passions. And if everything else was lost and only they remained, your life would still be full. The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, your house and your car. The sand is everything else- the small stuff. If you put the sand into the jar first, there is no room for the pebbles or the golf balls. The same goes for life. If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff you will never have room for the things that are important to you. Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness. Spend time with your children. Spend time with your parents. Visit with grandparents. Take your spouse out to dinner. Play another 18. There will always be time to clean the house and mow the lawn. Take care of the golf balls first- the things that really matter. Set your priorities. The rest is just sand.”

One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the Beer represented. The professor smiled and said, “I’m glad you asked. The Beer just shows you that no matter how full your life may seem, there’s always room for a couple of Beers with a friend.” That means, there must always be time for oneself. Good things thrown to others come back to us in many ways. Sometimes we don’t know it because we are too busy with our jobs earning money.

This story is one great example for us to live by: One day, a poor boy who was selling goods from door to door to pay his way through school, found he had only one thin dime (around 10 US cents) left, and he was hungry. He decided he would ask for a meal at the next house. However, he lost his nerve when a lovely young woman opened the door. Instead of a meal he asked for a drink of water. She thought he looked hungry so brought him a large glass of milk He drank it slowly, and then asked, “How much do I owe you?”

“You don’t owe me anything,” she replied “Mother has taught us never to accept payment for a kindness done.”

He said… “Then I thank you from the bottom of my heart.”

As Howard Kelly left that house, he not only felt stronger physically, but his faith in God and man became stronger too.

Years later that young woman became critically ill. The local doctors were baffled. They finally sent her to the big city, where they called in specialists to study her rare disease. Dr. Howard Kelly was called in for the consultation. When he heard the name of the town she came from, a strange light filled his eyes. Immediately, he rose and went down the hall of the hospital to her room. Dressed in his doctor’s gown he went in to see her. He recognized her at once. He went back to the consultation room determined to do his best to save her life.

From that day he gave special attention to the case. After a long struggle, the battle was won. Dr. Kelly requested the business office to pass the final bill to him for approval. He looked at it, and then wrote something on the edge and the bill was sent to her room. She feared to open it, for she was sure it would take the rest of her life to pay for it all. Finally, she took courage, and something caught her attention on the side as she read these words: “Paid in full with one glass of milk.” (Signed) Dr. Howard Kelly.

Tears of joy flooded her eyes as her happy heart prayed: “Thank You, GOD that Your love has spread abroad through human hearts and hands.”#