A story that means a lot to me

Fourty years ago, on a rainy evening, Dadar station, the train comes to a halt....and a youth in his late teens steps out of the train. Wearing a shirt and a lungi, a briefcase in one hand(a metal one....the kind the dubbawalas use) and a rolled bed on the other, two hundred rupees in his pocket and a half torn letter, he put his foot on the soil that was going to change his life forever.
A man standing in his mid 30s walks towards the boy and confirms that he was the boy that was supposed to be there as per a letter he had received a few days back. The boy hands the letter he was carrying in his pocket and looks at the man with anxious eyes.
The man reads the letter twice and shakes his head and says in fluent malayalam " My brother knows nothing, What can I do to help u kid? I myself stay in a lodge.".
Dumbstruck by this revelation, the boy says nothing...he simply stares at the Dadar platform board and recollects the statement made by his fathers friend ' You take this letter to him, he is well off there..I will in the meantime post that you are coming on such and such day...Dont worry, he will take care of everything'.
The man after thinking for sometime continued " See, I cant help u today in anyway....as I cant take u with me."
The boy said nothing again....he just kept staring at the board. Rain had already done its work on him. He knew the chances of spending the night on the platform loomed. This was not what he had expected when he had left his home in Kerala, with the responsibility of providing a helping hand to his father so that his six younger siblings could have a better life.
The man went on.." May be I will be able to help you tomorrow, but today as u see I m helpless"
This entire conversation was being listened to by an old woman and her son, who were fellow travellers in the same compartment as the boy and had generated a liking towards this boy because of his gentle mannerisms.
The old woman steps forward and suggests that the boy could spend the night at her brothers place in Parla! The look on the face of the boy, was not of delight, not of relief but of supreme gratitude. He understood what this woman had offered, though just a shelter for the night, was not one anyone would offer as it was very difficult to trust anyone for that matter.
Forty years have passed since that evening, and he still remembers every instant of those few moments. The journey had been no way easy. He had to struggle quite a lot initially. Knowledge was never his problem and he knew that. The problem was communicating with people as the only English he knew was the one in the text books used in Malayalam colleges. But slowly but steadily he improved, started climbing the corporate ladder and today he stands as the Country head for the IT Dept of SCI.

He had done all that he had set out to do, he had taken care that all his siblings were settled in, he had made sure that his name be taken with utmost respect everywhere, he had helped many relatives and friends realise their dreams by bringing them to Mumbai and giving them the right breaks for which till date he keeps getting cards on New Year's. But more than that he had made sure that his wife, his kids never faced a problem. He had made sure that his daughter and son would get the best education possible, best comforts possible and despite his tedious schedules, he made sure that his children wont ever complain that there was not enough love available.

The story above is of my father's. Wishing him Many many happy returns of the day( I m such an useless kid...forgot to get any gift!!)....I love him a lot...And whatever I m, however I am, I owe it completely to him...Thanks Dad for being there always!