The Circus
Once when I was a teenager, my father and I were standing
in line to buy tickets for the circus. Finally, there was
only one family between us and the ticket counter. This
family made a big impression on me. There were eight
children, all probably under the age of 12. By the way
they were dressed, you could tell they didn't have a lot
of money, but their clothes were neat and clean.
The children were well-behaved, all of them standing in
line, two-by-two behind their parents, holding hands.
They were excitedly jabbering about the clowns, animals,
and all the acts they would be seeing that night. By
their excitement you could sense they had never been to
the circus before. It would be a highlight of their lives.
The father and mother were at the head of the pack standing
proud as could be. The mother was holding her husband's
hand, looking up at him as if to say, "You're my knight
in shining armor." He was smiling and enjoying his family.
The ticket lady asked the man how many tickets he wanted?
He proudly responded, "I'd like to buy eight children's
tickets and two adult tickets, so I can take my family to
the circus." The ticket lady stated the price.
The man's wife let go of his hand, her head dropped, the
man's lip began to quiver. Then he leaned a little closer
and asked, "How much did you say?" The ticket lady again
stated the price. The man didn't have enough money. How
was he supposed to turn and tell his eight kids that he
didn't have enough money to take them to the circus?
Seeing what was going on, my dad reached into his pocket,
pulled out a $20 bill, and then dropped it on the ground.
(We were not wealthy in any sense of the word!) My father
bent down, picked up the $20 bill, tapped the man on the
shoulder and said, "Excuse me, sir, this fell out of your
pocket."
The man knew what was going on. He wasn't begging for a
handout but certainly appreciated the help in a desperate,
heartbreaking, embarrassing situation. He looked straight
into my dad's eyes, took my dad's hand in both of his,
squeezed tightly onto the $20 bill, and with his lip
quivering and a tear streaming down his cheek, he replied;
"Thank you, thank you, sir. This really means a lot to me
and my family."
My father and I went back to our car and drove home. The
$20 that my dad gave away is what we were going to buy
our own tickets with. Although we didn't get to see the
circus that night, we both felt a joy inside us that was
far greater than seeing the circus could ever provide.
Addendum -- Acts 20:35 (NKJ) "....remember the words
of the Lord Jesus, that He said, 'It is more blessed
to give than to receive'."
[ Original source and author unknown -- Ed: Anon. ]
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