The Power of Appreciation
The Empty Chairā In a quiet village nestled between the hills, there lived a school janitor named Mr. Hari. He was an old man with a limp, silver hair, and always wore a warm smile. Every morning before the sun rose, Hari would clean the classrooms, dust the chairs, water the plants, and leave a small flower on the teacherās table. Nobody really noticed him. The students barely looked at him.ā¦


















