Thursday, July 14, 2016

Creating Happiness By way of Small Presents: Ashley Turner Doyle Charleston SC

September 2005-It was mid-afternoon on an excruciatingly scorching day in the Valley of The Kings, Egypt. I used to be spending a number of days on a Nile cruise, and every day the boat would cease for an excursion of some type. On this specific day our group boarded a shuttle van to view some pyramids and tour an alabaster factory. The alabaster factory was the last cease of the day. The intense warmth of the Saharan September might solely be described as oppressive. The warmth came from above and seemed to come from below as nicely. It simply bounced off the sandy Sahara with no reprieve in sight.

After a number of exhausting, albeit exhilarating, hours of unbelievable historical Egypt, I saw a well-known and fantastic sight. Tucked away within the corner of the alabaster manufacturing facility was my old pal, Coca-Cola. There she was, a big, beautiful, red Coke machine, and I wasted no time procuring myself a cold one! I took my seat on the shuttle van, sipping my Coke, reading a journey guide and ready for fellow passengers to take their seats. As the van was about to set off for the cruise ship, I asked the driving force to give me a second to step outdoors to throw away my can. The driver gingerly took the can out of my hand and shook it calmly. There was just a small little bit of soda within the bottom of the can that by then had grown heat and quite flat. He mentioned, "No, don't throw it away, give it to them." With that, he gestured outdoors to a bunch of 5 small Egyptian kids playing in the dusty heat simply past the van. I stared in complete shock as he opened the door and handed the can to one of the kids. I watched, horrified as they fought over the hot flat remnants of my Coke.

I'm no Marie Antoinette and this was to not be a "allow them to eat cake" second. I grabbed my bag and advised the driver that he would have to give me five minutes.

I went straight to the Coke machine and prayed there would be 5 cans within it. Shortly I emerged with a contemporary full can of coke for each youngster. It was their turn to be stunned. Two totally different tour groups exploded in applause as 5 little children hugged my legs, danced around me, and chanted something in Arabic. I later realized that the children have been saying in Arabic that I should be very wealthy to have the ability to give them each their very own drink. Nearly a hundred British, American, and German vacationers clapped, photographed, and even cried as I opened each child's Coke and handed it to them.

I wiped my eyes and climbed on board the van taking the very again seat so I may watch them within the distance as we drove away. What I noticed had been 5 dusty and joyful children dancing about within the sand proudly turning up their Coke cans. What I felt was great wealth. Not the kind they thought I had, but the form you get from sharing just a little something of your self to give another person some happiness.

To be sure, an ice-chilly Coca-Cola is extra special for me nowadays than it was.

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