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The Amazing Candle
One Sunday afternoon, a man was about to attend Mass when a young vendor suddenly approached and pleaded him to buy candles. The vendor was a scrawny boy, about ten years old, wearing a sweat-stained shirt, and his eyes were teary probably due to fatigue or dearth of sale for the day. “Sir, please buy some of these candles,” the boy begged. “I need my porciento for my school project. Please, sir?” Deeply moved by the boy's pleas – and since he has just received his big bonus – the man took out a two hundred peso bill from his wallet and gladly gave it to the boy. “Oh thank you, sir,” glow flooded the boy's face. “So, how many candles would you like to buy, sir?” “No, no,” the man explained. “I don't want to buy candles, child. I am giving you the money for your school project. Just sell the candles to other churchgoers, so that you will be able to earn more for your school needs.” The boy fell silent. He painfully looked at the money. Then, he sadly offered it back to the man. “Thank you, sir,” the boy said. “But, I can't accept your money.” “My parents said that I must not take advantage of other people's kindness,” he continued. “They said that, as much as possible, I must work for my own needs. I can't take your money if you don't buy my candles, sir. I will just try to sell them to other churchgoers.” The man was dumbfounded. He wanted to explain to the child that he has just received fifty-thousand pesos as bonus – and that the two hundred pesos is not even half a grain in his large rice pot. He wanted to explain to the child that compared to the loads of money he has already poured on vices and caprices, a mere couple of hundreds do not bear any financial significance. Also, he wanted to explain to the child that he is regularly receiving salary and benefits doing nothing – just loitering or rumor mongering or snacking or girl watching or pretending to be busy. The man wanted to make reality stare down at the child – but the eyes of the child stared back brighter and firmer. “Okay, okay,” the man finally yielded. “How many candles would I get with my two hundred pesos?” Cheer again crept on the boy's face. “Oh sir, you'll probably get all the candles I have,” the boy started counting his candles. “I have twenty-five candles left – eight pesos each – all in all – exactly two hundred pesos. Are you sure you want them all, sir?” “I'm sure, child,” the man caringly received the candles from the boy. “Actually, I think I need candles every week. Listen, from now on, supply me candles every Sunday afternoon – and don't say no this time!” The boy softly giggled in gratefulness. “I'll be very happy to sell you candles every Sunday afternoon, sir,” he said. “Thanks and God bless you for your kindness!” As the man watched the child gleefully went on his way, he realized that he really need candles to light his mind, his heart, his soul – and the young vendor was the brightest candle he has ever seen in his entire dark life.