Long long ago, there was a great saint. People had respect for him and many came to him seeking his blessings. He had many disciples. Even kings and ministers came to him for darsan and guidance for a righteous life..
The saint became very old. He realised his soul would depart from his body. Hence he kept chanting the name of God and awaiting the time to reach God. Hearing this, people from all parts of the country came for the last darsan of the saint. A few devotees were eager to get some advice also from him even during his last moments.
There were also people who came expecting to get some special power or materialistic benefit. from the saint. One of them was a rich man. He was a miser who loved his wealth very much and never gave a pie to any one. Hoping to get some more wealth, he came to have darsan of the saint.
The saint avoided meeting people and spent all his time in chanting God’s name. He noticed the miser and called him to his bedside. The miser was very happy and looked at others with a haughty expression--“See how great I am. The saint has called me only.”
The miser wanted to know why the saint chose him for this privilege. The saint replied, “I and these people waiting outside, have a chance to meet again in some world, whereas a miser can never get salvation and I can never meet you again. So I wanted to do some good to you in this available opportunity.”
The miser felt ashamed of himself. He fell at the feet of the saint, assuring him to share his wealth with needy people. The saint said, “Then we will definitely meet again at some time in some other
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