merchant of venice, redux

here is my pound of flesh. you deserve to have it.

i have doubted my one of my own and i have to pay the price for it. i met my uncle this afternoon, and he returned me part of the money which he had borrowed. i have wronged him and i feel ashamed.
here is my pound of flesh, with blood and all. take it, i need to lose the weight in any case.
i'm sorry...


this is something which i have been wanting to tell.
it was the last day of in camp training. we were all waiting around for the out processing to take place. so our OC came along and told us about this fellow soldier of ours, from another company, who was diagnosed with leukemia. he was the only child and he still had to support 2 aging parents. OC then asked for donations, solely on a volunteer basis. there were about 200 of us in the company.
OC then left a box on the floor and said that no one needed to give if he did not want to. nothing would be done, since this was just for a good cause, nothing to do with army. the moment he left the box on the floor, everyone came forward and put money into the box. at the end of it, OC himself donated 50 dollars. they counted the money and in just 5 mins, we have collected $838.10. small gesture but significant one...