The Honest Peon
Once there lived a boy, whose name was Sushant. He badly needed a job, for his father was ill and his mother washed utensils in other people’s houses. Sushant had passed his twelfth standard with good marks, but in a small town there was no work for a boy of eighteen.
One morning he stood in a long queue outside a cloth mill. The manager, an old man with kind eyes, looked at him and said, “We need a peon. The pay is small, but you will be honest and punctual.” Sushant touched his feet and joined the next day.
A month later, while sweeping the manager’s room, Sushant found a thick bundle of notes under the table. His first thought was of his father’s medicines — this money would buy them all. But he remembered his mother’s words : “A thing that is not yours will burn your hand.” He took the bundle straight to the manager.
The manager looked at him for a long moment and then smiled. “That money was a test, my boy. You have passed it.” Years later Sushant became the manager of that same mill, and he never forgot the lesson — honesty is the best investment a poor boy can make.