Miracle Makers

He was on a marketing job, away from home for weeks.  Back home his father was not in good shape. He wished that he could finish the deal as fast as he could and be with his father for a week  taking care of him. When he returned the  crowd in  front of his house told him the sad story. His father was  no more. Added to this sadness there was a big commotion in the house. The priests who were there to assist his father in his final journey came rushing towards him and in their grip was hiss  nine year old son.

“Listen to the high handedness of your son. We tried our best to stop it. He had pulled out your father’s eyes. This brat deserves nothing less than to be cast deep hell”

The father was confused and  took his 9 year old son aside and asked him to explain . The son told “Appa, as soon thatha (grandfather) died I couldn’t contact you since you were on the move (This happened on those cell phoneless days), hence I called for the eye donation team from the hospital from the number you had noted in your telephone diary. I remember you telling me once  that the eye had to be donated within four hours of expiry and  I talked with amma  and  took the decision on your behalf. Is there anything wrong appa?” the boy asked. “The priests were shouting at me and almost stopped the team from touching the body. They threatened me with dire consequences for my audacity   and one of them even kicked me appa.” The boy was in tears. The father hugged him and took him to the gathered priests who were expecting a through dressing down and ask their pardon for the misbehavior of his son. On the contrary he praised his son who did a very  noble deed without waiting  in his presence. They were flabbergasted and put their head down in shame!

When I heard this I was touched by the nobility of the father and son duo, an ideal gift passed on  from one   generation to the other which i am sure would definitely be passed on to the progeny too.

A wedding in South India is no doubt a grand affair. and personal deliverance of  invitations with betel leaves and nuts  and money carries  lot of weight. "They have  respected us coming  to our house  and we should reciprocate the same." is the unwritten dogma. This practice  is still followed!

I witnessed another miracle from the same family when they personally invited all the scavengers who work in their street for their only son's wedding! It was  a VIP treatment for them  when the family presented the first invitation cards to them along with betel leaves and nuts and a thousand rupees in cash.

I well very well know that this is never for publicity or trumpeting.

When we were informed of the same it was indeed a sincere sharing  on their part to   persons  close to their heart!

In our lives we witness so many such small miracles. Do we register them  in our hearts and ever think that we can also be 'miracle makers' in our own inimitable way?