The power of blessings.

I didn't think much of it initially, but when my mom told me that the best thing you could earn in life are blessings, it got me thinking that maybe it meant more than I was giving it credit for.
Dead tired, I got into an auto-rickshaw after work, desperate to get home. As I was sitting in the rickshaw, I noticed that somebody had left behind their laptop bag. I promptly pointed it out to the auto-rickshaw driver. He immediately slapped his hand to his forehead and said "Sahib ka hai (It is Sir's)". Assuming he knew where this 'Sahib' lived, I agreed when he asked if we could go and drop it off at his place, which was close-by, before moving towards my destination.
Thinking it to be a very trite event, I could not fathom why the driver kept thanking me for not picking up the bag and taking it home. Following the driver's "Thank you"s were the owner's "I owe you so much!" when we dropped his bag at his place. In response all I could offer was a puzzled smile. I was put out of my confused misery by the driver soon after, when on the way to my place, in between several expressions of gratitude, he managed to tell me that the 'Sahib' was the owner of a large plumbing supply company and that he was returning home after collecting the earnings from all his outlets throughout the city which were in that very bag. An amount of close to 9 lakh rupees. Mouth hanging wide open, I listened. He explained to me how the police would blame him and throw him in jail for having allegedly 'stolen' the bag if I hadn't returned it to him.
As I got off, paid and thanked him for dropping me home, I could see in his eyes the earnestness and honesty with which he expressed his gratitude and gave me his blessings. It got me thinking - a poor man in this world may not have much power to gift or punish but what he does have is the power to bless or curse, and that no one can take away from him - no matter what.