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As I got into a taxi one afternoon, the driver was very angry about something that had happened to him earlier that day. Here¡¯s how he told the story:

¡°One of my fares (ÂÿÍ) left a wallet in my cab this morning. Nearly three hundred dollars in it. I spent more than an hour trying to trace the guy. Finally I found him at his hotel. He took the wallet without a word and glared at me as though I¡¯d meant to steal it.¡±

¡°He didn¡¯t give you a reward?¡± I asked.

¡°Not a cent. But it wasn¡¯t the money I wanted,¡± he fumbled, then exploded, ¡°If the guy had only said something¡­¡±

Why was the driver so upset? All he wanted was something simple, but even more valuable than money: to be thanked for his efforts. In short, what he wanted, what he needed but did not get, was a little bit of gratitude.

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We Cannot Do without Gratitude

The other day I read a story which is about a taxi driver who got mad and disappointed, for he received nothing for his efforts to return the lost wallet to its owner, not even a simple word. (28 words)

The story sets me thinking about gratitude. Gratitude is the feeling of being grateful, the art of receiving gracefully, and the act of showing appreciation for every act of kindness, big or small, that others do for us.

Gratitude can take many forms. It can be expressed by a large, dramatic gesture or it can be shown in a small way, like finding a very original and personal way to say thanks for a friend¡¯s gift. Whatever we do to show our gratitude, we should do it in a sincere manner, for it is the feelings in our hearts that matters the most.

The story reminds us how important it is to express our gratitude to the ones who have offered us help. We can never be too grateful. The smiles and the thanks we give help us to build a better world, one that we can all live in and enjoy. (152 words)


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