My little man is enjoying his afternoon nap, so I decided to finish this post. I wrote the preliminary draft last week, and it’s a shame not to post this as the story of the Kindness of the Farmer is truly worth sharing.
Do you remember the story of the Elves and the Shoemaker?
I first read that story when I was in grade school. I so appreciate the kindness of the elves and sincerity of the shoemaker that from then on, I try to emulate them. As a kid, I would want to be rewarded of my sincerity and kindness so I always act with prudence and integrity. As much as possible, I only speak the truth, act with consideration, and deal with honesty and respect. I would fail, and many times I failed. But still, I strive to be and do good because I would want to be like the elves and the shoemaker.
Now that I have my own kids, I always teach them the value of honesty and kindness. Lying is a big NO NO at the small house. We always encourage the boys to be honest at all times no matter how hurtful the truth may be. That they be kind to one another and extend the same consideration to others, even to strangers.
A few weeks before Christmas, my boys played elves to their grandmother Elvie. My mother bought about a thousand mason jars which she intends to fill with chocolate candies. She is raising funds for the repair of our subdivision’s old chapel. Her good intention is so selfless that this daughter sees the opportunity to repay her kindness with kindness.
So one weekday, the boys and I sneaked into the big house and fill all the jars we can with chocolate candies. My mother was pleasantly surprised when she got home from work to find the jars already filled with candies. She was grinning from ear to ear as she thanked the boys.
This mama couldn’t be prouder.
Momi Elvie was pleased she need not worry about the jars and instead can attend to her other commitments. The boys were equally joyful, too, as they were able to make someone happy. They were all the more delighted when their grandmother gave them money as compensation for the effort they have exerted. And just before Christmas, the ever generous grandmother invited the boys for a shopping spree.
“Kindness begets kindness.”
Just like what Princess Diana, one of the most adored members of the British royal family, once said,
“Carry out a random act of kindness, with no expectation of reward, safe in the knowledge that one day someone might do the same for you.”
Have you done a random act of kindness lately? Oh how good it made us feel! Making someone happy and brightening his day is one of the most generous things we can do. How about we start today?
By the way, to refresh us all, let me share with you the story of “The Elves and the Shoemaker.”
A shoe maker and his wife lived in a little house on the edge of a wood. They were very, very poor and each day they grew poorer and poorer. At last there was nothing left in the house but leather for one pair of shoes.
The shoe maker cut out the leather and left it on his bench. “I will cut out this last pair of shoes,” the shoe maker said to his wife. “Tomorrow I will sew them and peg them”
The next morning the shoe maker went into his workshop to finish the shoes. What did he see? A pair of shoes, all nicely made and ready to be placed on display in the window. The stitches were so fine and the shoes so well made that they were quickly sold.
With the money from the sale, the poor shoe maker brought leather for two pairs of shoes. The shoe maker said to his wife, “I will cut out the leather for two pairs of shoes. Tomorrow I will sew them and peg them.”
So the shoe maker cut out the leather for the shoes and left it on the bench.
The next morning the shoe maker went into the workshop to make the shoes. What did he find? Yes, there were two pairs of shoes already made. The work was so well done that those shoe were also sold very quickly.
With the money the poor shoe maker brought enough leather for four pairs of shoes. The shoe maker cut out the leather and left it on the bench once more. The next morning the shoe maker found four pairs of beautifully made shoes.
And so it went on and on. Night after night the shoe maker would leave the cut leather in the workshop and in the morning he would come down the stairs to find the shoes magically finished and waiting on the bench. Instead of being a very poor shoe maker, he became a very rich shoe maker.
His shoes were so well made word spread across the land and even the Queen herself wore them.
At last the shoe maker said to his wife, “We must find out who makes the shoes.”
So one bright moonlight night they hid behind a curtain, where they could watch the bench and not be seen. On the stroke of midnight, two little Elves jumped through the window, they skipped and danced up to the bench, sat down with their legs crossed and began to work at the leather. Their needles flew back and forth, back and forth! Their hammers beat rap a tap-tap, rap a tap-tap!!
Almost before the shoe maker and his wife could blink, the work was all done and the little Elves skipped and danced over to the window and vanished into the night.
The next morning the shoe maker said to his wife, “What can we do for those helpful little Elves?” “I would like to make some cloths for them, “ said his wife. “Their cloths are like rags.”
“If you will make their cloths, I will make them some shoes, “ said the shoe maker. “Their little feet were bare.”
When the shoes and cloths were ready, the shoe maker and his wife left them upon the bench for the little Elves to find. The shoe maker and his wife again hid behind the curtain. Just as before, when the clock struck twelve, in jumped the tiny Elves. They went skipping and dancing to their work, but stopped in their tracks when they saw the tiny cloths and the tiny shoes. The Elves clapped their hands for joy, then put on their cloths and skipped out of the window.
The shoe maker and his wife never saw the little Elves again, but after that night good luck seemed to always be with them.