A few years ago I, together with my wife and our three small girls, were on holiday in Cyprus. The hotel was 5 star and pretty expensive and the guests in the main were middle aged and were quite well off with bank balances that could easily afford the high prices. They were not the crowd which I usually hang around with but luckily there was a large Welsh guy, Terry, with his two children who we spent time with and shared a few beers together.
One member of the bar staff was a shy young Romanian girl, I guess about seventeen. She came from a very poor background and sent most of her slim monthly wage home to support her mother and younger brother.
Most of the guests treated her as a servant, hardly wasting a word on her. But my wife, Terry and I, went out of our way to talk and share a laugh with her.
One lunch time I noticed she was very red eyed so it was obvious to us that she had been crying. After some persuading she told us that she had left her purse on the bus to work that morning and as she had just been paid she had lost most of her month’s wages.
Later over a beer the Terry asked.
“What do you think John?
“About Niomi?
“Yeah”
“We’ve got to make it up for her”
“That’s what I thought, fifty fifty?
“Of course”
“Right and we’ll take a hat around for her this evening”
“Don’t think you will get much from that crowd”
He smiled “Wait and see”.
We borrowed a couple of hats and filled them with cash. For some reason wallets and purses were freely opened and of course we were very polite, though it’s true Terry had muscles on muscles and I am not a small guy myself but I would like to put the amount we raised down to the guest’s wonderful generosity.
Terry went down town and bought a purse for Niomi, far better than the cheap one she had lost and to see her dissolve in floods of tears when we gave it to her is the one thing I most remember from that holiday.
It truly is better to give than receive.