An Old Lady

A family of five was enjoying their day at the beach. The children were bathing in the ocean and making castles in the sand when in the distance a little old lady appeared. Her grey hair were blowing in the wind and her clothes were dirty and ragged.
She was muttering something to herself as he picked up things from the beach and put them into the bag.
Parents called the children so their side and told them to stay away from the old lady.
As she passed by, bending down every now and then to pick things up and smiled at the family.
But her greetings were not returned.
Many weeks later they learnt that the little old lady had made it her lifelong crusade to pick up bits of glass from the beach so children would not cut their feet.
Your good work and your good intentions will be misinterpreted; nevertheless do good.
-Mother Teresa

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