Dany Story

Pencils

I have heard two stories from two men about them losing their black pencils.
two men losing their black pencil
First Man’s Story: “I was in fourth grade. I lost my black pencil at school. When I told my mother, she scolded me harshly, accusing me of irresponsibility and carelessness. Her scolding was so severe that I decided never to return home empty-handed and instead take my classmates’ pencils. The next day, I put my plan into action. Every day, I would sneakily take one or two pencils until by the end of the year, I had taken pencils from all of my friends. At first, I was very afraid of doing this, but gradually I overcame my fear and used many schemes to steal pencils from my friends and sell them back to them. After a while, this became normal for me. I decided to do bigger things and expanded my operations throughout the entire school and even the principal’s office. In summary, that year was a practical exercise in becoming a professional thief for me, until now I’ve become a professional thief!” Second Man’s Story: “I was in second grade. One day, I came home from school and told my mother that I had lost my black pencil. My mother said, ‘Well, what did you do without a pencil?’ I said, ‘I borrowed one from my friend.’ My mother said that was good and asked if my friend wanted anything in return, like snacks or something. I said no, he didn’t want anything from me. My mother said, ‘Well, then he tried to do something nice for someone else with this action. See how clever he is. So why don’t you do something nice for others?’ I asked, ‘How can I be nice?’ My mother said, ‘We’ll buy two pencils, one for yourself and one for someone who might lose theirs. You give that pencil to whoever loses theirs, and we’ll get it back after the lesson.’ I was very happy, and after following my mother’s advice, I felt a great sense of satisfaction. So much so that I kept more spare pencils in my bag to help more people. With this action, not only did my grades improve significantly, but also my interest in school multiplied. I became the star of the class to the point where everyone recognized me as the owner of spare pencils and always asked for my help. Now that I’m grown up, excelling academically and starting a family, I am the owner of the largest charity organization in the city.”