One of the houses I deliver newspapers to had a full letterbox that day, so I knocked on the door. The owner of the house, Mr. Banerjee, an elderly man, gently opened the door.
I asked sir, why is your letter box so full? He replied that I did it on purpose. Then he smiled and said to me, “I want you to deliver the newspaper to me every day or ring the bell and deliver the newspaper to me personally.” I looked at them in surprise and said, I will definitely knock on your door, but won’t it be painful and a waste of time for both of us?”
He said, “You’re right, I still want you to do it. I’ll give you an extra 500 Dollars per month as a door-knocking fee.”
With a pleading tone, he said, “If there ever comes a day when you knock on the door and get no answer from me, please call the police!”
Hearing this I was shocked and asked Butt Sir why?
He reply My wife Died my son lives abroad and I live here alone and i think My time’s also Near
At that moment I felt a stirring inside me when I saw the tears in the eyes of this old man.
He added, “I don’t read newspapers; I pick up a newspaper to hear a knock or a doorbell. With the intention of seeing a familiar face and exchanging something!”
He folded his hands and said, “Young man, do me a favor, this is my son’s foreign phone number. If one day you knock on the door and I don’t answer, please call my son and tell him about it.” Let me know.”
