One day i approached him and said. "Hello mister, i want to ask you something."
"Go ahead son!" He replied with a warm cheerfulness as no has ever done before and i felt relaxed. "Sir," i said. "I noticed that many people dont like you and only a few do so. I have known you all my life as an upright and a good man, but why do they hate you?"
He smiled at me and looked far for amoment. He looked at me oncemore and saw that i wasnt going to settle until he gives me an answer. "Son," he said. "I konw they dont like me. I know that many of them despise me, but they hate me not because of what i am or who i am rather they hate me because when they see me, they feel guilty. Probably since i do these good deeds they would all give an excuse for not doing. " he took my handsand led me to a stream of waters. "What do you see?" He asked me.
"I see a reflection of myself." I answered him. "Goodness is like a mirror, it actually gives you the perfect reflection of whom you are, perfectly more than the mirror. The world must jugde you, no matter what you do, they will judge you. The onlything you have to do is to live well and live correctly."
