chart of life: Part 9.
Author: | Posted on: April 19, 2012
It is hard just to wait and accept. Accept a medical condition handed out on the lips of a doctor, and just mildly go on about your daily life. It was impossible; just for acceptance to overide all the hurt and shock.
The hospital visit made the condition a reality. There was no turning away for the girl. She had to stand and try to overlook; to calm her fear because her little girl was being treated and knowing, it had to be half of the battle.
Oh when your heart was shattering, and your bleak effort to try to be normal was only met by the need to find out what your child’s condition was… it was then your moral fibre wasn’t what you thought it was. The girl from the East, her visit to the hospital, the prognosis and diagnosis it had all served to give information, needed answers to the exact nature of the problem. Only deep down, where her heart beat, it felt as if her world was far from as it should be. The recent trip to the hospital; it had been yet another examination and plaster jacket fitting for her daughter… but there had also been another experience and this one showed that her deepest faith had wings in the most unexpected way.
That trip home and the encounter, was ever surprising, because it answered her plea for assistance when she needed it the most. So, even though, it was valid to say her concerns outweighed her happiness, but yet even while she clinged to that thought it was still so hard to bare. Her life was so tipped over with boulders of anxiety and sadness.
A medical condition that effected someone so close to you. One which needed appointment after therapy at hospital, this was the most bitter pill to swallow.
Even knowning that there was aid, there were and had been spiritual experiences that has proved beyond anything that help was there; it was still so hard to cope… it was then that an invitation was received.
A friend was giving a meal, and asked if the girl and her family would like to attend…
The girl agreed and together her family and herself made their way to the house. After the meal, which had been enjoyable and surrounded with a positive break, a man who had been Second to the Ambassador of an Eastern Embassy, he started to talk about a holy man. Sai Baba; one who had been reincarnated from one who had a spiritual message and mission. This person who was situated in India, one who was born into a poor family, had perfromed miracles from an early age. As a child, born into a place which had no prior knowledge, his helping in situations so difficult had caused him to be singled out. His aid to individual, his independance and confidence in his ability was something which set him apart in the most significant way but also caused him to be effected by bullying. Many set out to prove that his difference was what necessitated their revial. Yet despite that, Sai Baba who had always said he was a person born for a reason, came into the world and tried to help. It was hearing about this, that made the girl look to the man’s hand and the book which he brought down from the shelf. One set of pages, which would differ their lives forever…
The book was lent to the girl; and unbeknown to her this was the start of an unforgettable mission.
“Do not undermine your worth by comparing yourself to others. It is because we are different that each of us is special. Do not set your goals by what other people deem to be important. Only you know what is best for you. Do not take for granted the things closest to your heart. Cling to them as you would your life, for life is meaningless without them. Do not let life slip through your fingers by living in the past or in the future. By living life one day at a time, you live all the days of your life. Do not give up when you still have something to give. Nothing is really over until the moment you stop trying. It is a fragile thread that binds us to each other. Do not be afraid to encounter risks. It is by taking chances that we learn how to be brave. Do not shut love out of your life by saying it is impossible to find. The quickest way to receive love is to give love. The fastest way to lose love is to hold it too tightly. Do not dismiss your dreams, for to be without dreams is to be without hope. To be without hope is to be without purpose. Do not run through life so fast, that you forget where you have been, but also you forget where you are going. Life is not a race, but a journey to be savoured. Each step of the way.”
Read more next Thursday.