By Hridhima Tyagi, Contributing Writer
“Why don’t you try it once?”
Tiffany stopped in her tracks and sighed. “Because it’s not worth it,” she said. “Don’t you understand, Tina? I do not believe in such rubbish myths which other people blindly believe.”
Tina, Tiffany’s best friend, explained to her what she had already explained a thousand times. “It is not a myth, Tiffany. It’s true. Even I’ve experienced it. What goes around comes around. If you do something good, something good will happen to you.”
“Whatever,” said Tiffany. “Now are you coming with me or not?” Tina rolled her eyes and followed Tiffany silently.
“OK, if you say so,” said Tiffany, finally giving it a thought. “What do I have to do?”
Tina let out a shrill scream and jumped on Tiffany. “Thank God, you have some brains.” She giggled. “OK, what you have to do is keep on doing an act of kindness, and in return asking the person to pass on the cycle. Then you wait and watch.”
Tiffany still did not believe it, but she decided to give it a try.
She walked home, keeping an eye for any good thing she could do.
The next day they had a test in school. Tiffany woke up late and rushed to get ready. She was running to school when she heard a pain – filled whine. She looked behind and saw a small, dusty puppy struggling to walk. It had a deep cut in one of its legs. Tiffany decided to ignore the puppy as she was already late, but somehow, she couldn’t. The puppy’s faint voice boomed in her ears. She picked up the puppy and rushed to the nearby vet. When the vet saw the puppy, she started crying and cuddling it. Tiffany was alarmed.
“What happened?” she asked.
“The is (sob) my dog, Max. I have been searching for him for a month,” the vet replied. “How can I ever repay you?”
Tina smiled. She felt good. “No need to repay me. Just pass on this cycle. Do something good.”
The nurse cleaned Max’s wound and put on a Band-Aid. She started bathing it with a small cloth. After a few minutes, Max turned cotton white. It started woofing happily. She was lovingly stroking its fur when suddenly she heard a shrill cry. “Vet!”
She looked behind and saw a small girl crying. She was holding a small rabbit in her hand. It looked half – dead.
“What’s the matter, child?” the vet asked.
“Vet, (sob) my C…Coby. H…He… accident.” The girl started crying again.
“Sheryl? Are you there?” a deep voice called out from behind. It was her father. He came in, hugged the girl, and then turned to the vet. “Please, please treat Coby. My daughter loves him very much.”
“I’ll try my best, sir,” the vet assured him. She put the rabbit on the bed and checked its heartbeat. “Don’t worry,” she assured Sheryl. “He’s just a bit tired.” She started treating him. For about six hours they waited, everyone holding their breath, including Tiffany. Even Max stood alert by his mistress. Sheryl couldn’t stop crying.
After what seemed like ages, the vet smiled, “He is all right,” she said to the girl. “He is out of the danger zone, sir, but he is not fully fit. I am jotting down some medicines. Do take good care of him, won’t you, Sheryl? Give him his medicines on time.”
“Yes, I will. Yay, my Coby is back to life. Thank you so much, vet,” the girl squealed, happily jumping.
“How can I ever repay you?” the man asked, beaming at his daughter.
“Just pass on the cycle, and do something good. That’s all it takes,” the vet replied.
The man was surprised, but he still nodded in agreement. He took Sheryl’s hand and walked out. Sheryl pondered over what the vet said. She knew what she could do and was determined to do it. Her neighbour, Mrs. Smith, was running a high temperature since last Saturday. She was all alone, and Sheryl decided to help her.
As soon as they reached home, she ran into her house. “Mrs. Smith!” she shouted.
Mrs. Smith was reading a book in her bed. “What happened, Sheryl?” she asked.
“Mrs. Smith, how are you feeling right now?”
“Extremely tired, my dear. This infection is not ready to leave me. And this aged body! Oh, what shall I do?”
“All you need is rest, Mrs. Smith. I will take care of you from now on. Tell me where your pills are.”
Mrs. Smith was overwhelmed with emotion. She pointed to a chest of drawers. “There,” she breathed. “Thank you so much, child.”
Sheryl smiled. “No worries, Mrs. Smith. You just relax.”
Sheryl took good care of Mrs. Smith. She brought her food, gave her pills on time, tucked her into bed, and bought all the things she needed. In a couple of days, Mrs. Smith was healthy enough to walk again. She kissed and hugged Sheryl and said, “Thank you so much, Sheryl. You never made me feel that I was alone. Thank you!”
“Don’t thank me, Mrs. Smith,” Sheryl chirped innocently. “Just pass on this kindness.”
Mrs. Smith looked at Sheryl in amazement. “I will,” she said.
Mrs. Smith felt healthy and good. She was tired of sitting at home, so she decided to roam around the neighborhood around her house. As she was walking, she saw a young boy begging for food. He looked as if he was about to faint any minute. Mrs. Smith walked up to him. “Young man!” she said. “Why, you look healthy enough to work. Why are you wasting your youth in begging? You should use your potential.”
“How?” the boy replied faintly. “I can’t find work anywhere. I’ve no parents. I am alone. What can I do?”
“What’s your name?”
“Call me Mrs. Smith. I will help you, Hans. I will find suitable work for you. First take this money, and eat something. Meet me tomorrow at this place, at 8 in the morning. I hope you will be honest enough to do that.”
“Yes, I will meet you. I want to work honestly and become independent.”
“Good to know that.” Mrs. Smith smiled. “See you tomorrow.” She knew what she had to do.
The next day Mrs. Smith walked to the same spot. She was relieved to see Hans standing there.
“Good morning, Hans. Good to see you.”
“Good morning, Mrs. Smith. You said you were going to give me work.”
Mrs. Smith nodded. “Follow me.”
Hans trailed behind Mrs. Smith until they reached her home.
“This is my house, Hans. I live alone here. It’s hard for me to clean it every day and carry myself. Will you help me maintain it? I will give you food and suitable wages.”
Hans could not believe his ears. “Sure, Mrs. Smith. I will. Thank you so much, Mrs. Smith. What can I do for you?”
“Just do something good, and you will repay me,” Mrs. Smith said, laughing.
Hans started working at Mrs. Smith’s house. He was happy, but he still could not get any chance to perform a good deed. On the second day when he was returning to the park bench where he slept, he saw a very small girl stuck in the middle of the road, crying and wailing, shouting for her mother. Her mother was standing nearby, shouting for help. Cars zoomed around the girl, but no one got down to help her. Hans could not wait anymore. He ran towards the girl, not caring about the cars or their horns. He took the girl in his arms and returned towards her mother. When they both were safely on one side, Hans handed the girl to her mother. She clutched the girl and cried happily. He watched the mother-daughter bond and wished he had a loving family, too.
After a lot of hugs, kisses, and tears, the mother turned to Hans. “How can I ever repay you? You saved my daughter’s life.”
Hans smiled. “It was my duty to save this girl. No need to thank me, just pass on this act of kindness,” he said.
The woman went home and told her husband all that had happened and what Hans had asked for in return. He was very grateful and decided to fulfil Hans’s wishes. The next day he gave every employee of his office a bonus for their hard work. Then he called his personal assistant, James, and rewarded him extra for his dedication. James was overjoyed. He decided to buy a video game for his daughter, something which she had been wanting for very long.
And guess who his daughter was? Tiffany!
Tiffany jumped up in joy. When she told Tina, Tina winked and said, “Told you.”
Tiffany was proved wrong after all.
We all should do at least one good thing every day. It need not be something big, but just a small help, and it will make a great difference. We’ll make a lot of friends, and we never know what good thing might be in store for us next!