There was a cobbler who used to sit beside the gate of my son's school.

Everyday he used to smile at my son when I used to drop him.

I can still remember that day when the results were out of my son's final examination, I was really feeling DISGUSTED and was scolding my son for getting 76% marks in spite of having 7 private tutors.

But I felt even disgusted when that cobbler came near us and started convincing me that my son would do better NEXT year.

The situation was unbearable for me and without answering I left the place very rudely. But within a week's time I got answer for my rudeness.

That was the prize distribution day in my son's school and all the guardians were invited and when I was enetering the school, I FOUND that cobbler was not there in his usual place and I do not KNOW why I felt really very good about it.

When we entered the auditorium I found an interesting discussion floating in the entire auditorium and the discussion was about a student who stood first with 99% overall marks.

I also felt very ANXIOUS to have a glimpse of that gem. Do not know why I saluted that student's guardian for guiding his son in getting such a success.

The event started and that moment came for which the entire auditorium was waiting. The topper was invited on the stage, he was an average looking boy.

When the boy was asked by the principal that who was the inspiration of his life, he proudly said that it was his father.

Then principal invited his father to come on to the stage and when I saw his father, I felt extremely ashamed of myself because it was that cobbler.

That day I understood that being poor cannot stop you from dreaming about your son's future.