> > A few years ago a group of salesmen went to a regional sales convention
>in Chicago. They had assured their wives that they would be home in plenty
>of time for Friday night's dinner.
> > In their rush, with tickets and brief-cases, one of these salesmen
>inadvertently kicked over a table which held a display of baskets of
>apples. Apples flew everywhere. Without stopping or looking back, they all
>managed to reach the plane in time for their nearly missed boarding.
> > All but one. He paused, took a deep breath, got in touch with his
>feelings, and experienced a twinge of compassion for the girl whose apple
>stand had been overturned.
> > He told his buddies to go on without him, waved goodbye, told one of
>them to call his wife when they arrived at their home destination and
>explain his taking a later flight.
Then he returned to the terminal where
>the apples were all over the terminal floor.
> > He was glad he did.
> > The 16 year old girl was totally blind! She was softly crying, tears
>running down her cheeks in frustration, and at the same time helplessly
>groping for her spilled produce as the crowd swirled about her, no one
>stopping, and no one to care for her plight.
> > The salesman knelt on the floor with her, gathered up the apples, put
>them into the baskets, and helped set the display up once more. As he did
>this, he noticed that many of them had become battered and bruised; these
>he set aside in another basket.
> > When he had finished, he pulled out his wallet and said to the girl,
>"Here, please take this $20 for the damage we did. Are you okay?"...