It pays to be nice.

A girl used to work in a meat factory. Her job was to cut the meat in the right size.

One day, shortly before the work was over, she entered the meat storage room, which is a cold storage. Suddenly the door was locked from outside. She tried hard but could not open the door. There was no use shouting a lot because by then all the other workers had finished their work and left.

Slowly she started freezing in the cold. Death is imminent. She is crying but there is no chance of her survival. Suddenly quite unexpectedly a security guard came and opened the door and freed her. Then the girl asked him, You should not have come here. Why did you come here?

The guard replied I have been working here as a security guard for almost 35 years. But I have seen very few people who come every morning and say good morning to me and go away in the evening saying good evening.

Most of the people behaved as if they did not see me. But you were the only person who wanted to see me with a sweet smile every day. I did it this morning too.

But in the evening I did not hear the words 'Good Evening' from your mouth, which means you have not come out yet. And so I started looking for you.

Our life is very short, everyone should try to behave well with others.

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John: here's a little something for your Newsletter. Decades ago I helped an elderly man when he had fallen in the street. I was only in my late 20's while he was somewhere in his 80's and I stayed with him while the ambulance came and even went to the hospital with him, waited while they sorted him out and while they admitted him for a week, I visited every day - as he admitted he had no family and no friends.

I collected him from the hospital and took him home to his warden assisted flat, and would go round regularly to check on him, take him shopping if he wanted or bought stuff in for him, and I would sit and listen to his life story and those times meant a lot to him.

He died a year later and left me everything in his will, which totalled at that time ( 1970's ) just over £250,000 and I was agasp. I thought he was broke and ' on his uppers' - yet he harboured a small fortune and just for being kind and thoughtful, he left me the lot.

I still remember him well and actually chat to his memory all the time. Walter was his name and Walter - THANKYOU - for the money but most of all, the chats, the time together, the friendship and the memories.

Matthew M.

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