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Who Are the Poor?

There once was a beggar that lived in a small, dark alleyway in a great city. This beggar was paralyzed from the waist down. Everyday he would crawl with his arms, legs dragging behind him, to the city gates. There, he would hold up a small wooden bowl he had found.

He would plead, “Alms for the poor! Could somebody please help a crippled beggar! Please! I am so hungry!”

As each day went on people would usually drop a pinch of rice in his bowl. At the end of the day, he would have about a half a bowl full, and he would drag himself back to his alleyway where he would make a fire, cook it up, and eat. Every day he did this. Every day he cried, “Alms for the poor . . .”

Then a day came when he sensed something different going on in the city. It was festive. It was joyful. He dragged himself over to the gates to try and get his usual amount of rice, but was surprised to find a caravan of people entering the city. They were singing and dancing. When the man held his bowl up, before he could even say, “Alms for the poor . . .” the people had spotted him. They went up to him, smiling, and dropped handfuls of rice in his bowl! It was absolutely amazing! He had enough rice in a matter of two minutes to last him for the next three weeks! The beggar was overcome with joy.

At the end of the caravan, a grand coach pulled up to the gates. The beggar was in awe as the King of the city stepped out and approached him. He held up his bowl, expecting even more rice. But instead, the King said, “Beggar, give me your rice.”

“What?!” He looked up at the King in horror. He was in utter disbelief.

Again, the King said, “Beggar, give me your rice.”

The beggar thought to himself in disgust, “What a selfish and greedy king. He has everything in the world that he could possible want and he asks for the food of a crippled beggar. But he does have the power to kick me out of the city. I can’t give this guy my food, but if I don’t . . .”

He clutched his bowl to his belly and continued to look up at the King. A tear dropped from his eye. He really didn’t want to give up his rice, but out of fear, he reached into his bowl, grabbed three grains of rice, and gave them to the King. The King snapped his fingers, and an apprentice stepped out of the coach. He held in his hand three gold nuggets. He gently placed them on top of the beggar’s rice in his bowl. Then the King and his apprentice got back into the coach and pulled away.

The beggar wept and wondered what would have happened had he just given the King his entire bowl of rice. Even in his poverty, he was not truly poor.

(For D.D.)