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“Not so long ago a very wealthy Hindu lady came to see me. She sat down and told me, ‘I would like to share in your work.’ In India, more and more people like her are offering to help. I said, ‘That is fine.’ The poor woman had a weakness that she confessed to me. ‘I love elegant saris,’ she said. Indeed, she had on a very expensive sari that probably cost around eight hundred rupees. Mine cost only eight rupees. Hers cost one hundred times more . . . It occurred to me to say to her, ‘I would start with the saris. The next time you go to buy one, instead of paying eight hundred rupees, buy one that costs five hundred. The with the extra three hundred rupees, buy saris for the poor.’ The good woman now wears 100-rupee saris, and that is because I have asked her not to buy cheaper ones. She has confessed to me that this has changed her life. She now knows what it means to share. That woman assures me that she has received more than what she has given. --No Greater Love, p. 46