The Dinner

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The Dinner
A husband and wife had a lovely dinner together one evening. He was a wealthy merchant and they talked about the events of their day, consult with each other about business and life and just had a good time together.

They always remembered their humble beginnings and were grateful to God for their success. Especially the husband remembered he used to be penniless and then slowly made his way up in the world.

All of a sudden there was a knock on the door. The wife opened the door and came back shocked. She told her husband there was a beggar at the door. The husband told her to invite the man in and eat with them.

He couldn’t understand her shocked reaction, for they always made sure to give back to charity. This time, his wife seemed very upset. Was it the man’s desperate words? Was it because of the reminder that they used to be poor? Was it too painful to see the others hurt so much?

The poor man ate with them and couldn’t stop thanking them for their kindness, hospitality and generosity.

After he left the wife was just about to break down. Once she regained her composure, she told her husband she was remembering the way her life was before.

“As you know, before we were married, I was married to another man who was very rich. We used to have great meals together like we are now. We had everything but he wasn’t generous at all, and did not like donating to charity. Not only that, he forbade me to give food to beggars who knocked on our doors. Everybody knew there was no way to get anything out of us. As much as I talked to him it didn’t help.

This the last straw: a poor man came to our doorstep and begged,
“I am hungry. I haven’t eaten for days and I am exhausted. Please help me”

This didn’t move my husband at all and he screamed at the man to go away while mumbling that these annoying beggars keep bugging him and won’t let him have his lunch in peace.

This was too much for me and I just burst into tears. From that moment on, our wealth dissipated. My husband began losing money in his business and everything crumbled down. He suggested we go our separate ways and so we got divorced. ”

“Have you heard of him since?” asked the husband

“I haven’t seen him” Said the wife “But I heard he became a beggar himself.

I don’t know how he didn’t recognize me – maybe because it’s been 20 years…
The poor beggar dining at our table just now – that was my first husband!”

All of a sudden her husband burst into tears and said
“I remember the poor man that was kicked out of your house that day.
I was that man!”

And so the wheel keeps turning, at times we’re up and at times we’re down. Our actions, even at hard times will determine our fortunes.

With that in mind,

Have a wonderfully successful, happy and healthy 2017!!!

Much love,



  1. Hi keren,

    I was so touched by the story you sent me that i just have to send you this one.Please pass it on.

    One day a man saw an old lady, stranded on the side of the road, but even in the dim light of day, he could see she needed help. So he pulled up in front of her Mercedes and got out. His Pontiac was still sputtering when he approached her.

    Even with the smile on his face, she was worried. No one had stopped to help for the last hour or so. Was he going to hurt her? He didn’t look safe; he looked poor and hungry. He could see that she was frightened, standing out there in the cold. He knew how she felt. It was those chills which only fear can put in you.

    He said, “I’m here to help you, ma’am. Why don’t you wait in the car where it’s warm? By the way, my name is Bryan Anderson.”

    Well, all she had was a flat tire, but for an old lady, that was bad enough. Bryan crawled under the car looking for a place to put the jack, skinning his knuckles a time or two. Soon he was able to change the tire. But he had to get dirty and his hands hurt. As he was tightening up the lug nuts, she rolled down the window and began to talk to him. She told him that she was from St. Louis and was only just passing through. She couldn’t thank him enough for coming to her aid.

    Bryan just smiled as he closed her trunk. The lady asked how much she owed him. Any amount would have been all right with her. She already imagined all the awful things that could have happened had he not stopped. Bryan never thought twice about being paid. This was not a job to him. This was helping someone in need, and God knows there were plenty, who had given him a hand in the past. He had lived his whole life that way, and it never occurred to him to act any other way.

    He told her that if she really wanted to pay him back, the next time she saw someone who needed help, she could give that person the assistance they needed, and Bryan added, “And think of me.”

    He waited until she started her car and drove off. It had been a cold and depressing day, but he felt good as he headed for home, disappearing into the twilight.

    A few miles down the road the lady saw a small cafe. She went in to grab a bite to eat, and take the chill off before she made the last leg of her trip home. It was a dingy looking restaurant. Outside were two old gas pumps. The whole scene was unfamiliar to her. The waitress came over and brought a clean towel to wipe her wet hair. She had a sweet smile, one that even being on her feet for the whole day couldn’t erase. The lady noticed the waitress was nearly eight months pregnant, but she never let the strain and aches change her attitude. The old lady wondered how someone who had so little could be so giving to a stranger. Then she remembered Bryan.

    After the lady finished her meal, she paid with a hundred dollar bill. The waitress quickly went to get change for her hundred dollar bill, but the old lady had slipped right out the door. She was gone by the time the waitress came back. The waitress wondered where the lady could be. Then she noticed something written on the napkin.

    There were tears in her eyes when she read what the lady wrote: “You don’t owe me anything. I have been there too. Somebody once helped me out, the way I’m helping you. If you really want to pay me back, here is what you do: Do not let this chain of love end with you.”

    Under the napkin were four more $100 bills.

    Well, there were tables to clear, sugar bowls to fill, and people to serve, but the waitress made it through another day. That night when she got home from work and climbed into bed, she was thinking about the money and what the lady had written. How could the lady have known how much she and her husband needed it? With the baby due next month, it was going to be hard….

    She knew how worried her husband was, and as he lay sleeping next to her, she gave him a soft kiss and whispered soft and low, “Everything’s going to be all right. I love you, Bryan Anderson.”

    Moral: What Goes around Comes Around. You do good, You will get good in return. Always be Helpful.

  2. Can’t spell Good w/out God. There is Go(o)d in all of us. We just have to dig it out of our inner self. God is love. God has asked us to love our neighbor, as in the Good Samaritan. And we are all neighbors. Most of us may have been in need at one time or another, and God helped us thru the assistance of our neighbor. Pay it forward!

  3. Keren, and James,

    Thank you so much for sharing these stories. God Bless you both.

    Wishing You both a PROSPEROUS 2017.


  4. Wow. It’s been a tough year, one that I won’t miss. Thank you both for putting it back into perspective.

  5. Happy New Year Keren May you have a blissful new year filled with prosperity. Yes, the wheel of karma turns and what is there today may not be still there tomorrow. A very great story Keren; i regard it as a food for thought. Warm wishes. Namaste.

  6. moving story…thanks for sharing it Keren!

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