Who can equal our mothers?

MY MOTHER’S WISDOM

GUIDES ME THROUGH

A real life episode

Mothers do not care much about earthly gifts. The true love of her children, she treasures most. Your direction, peace of mind and progress in life heavily depends on the blessings of your parents and particularly your mother’s. If you act and live like a loving son/daughter, she will feel proud of you. You cannot have any other person in this world or up in the heaven, who loves you most than your mother. You may agree or disagree, but this is a fact.

I narrate here a real incident that happened in my life in 1954 that transformed my outlook to a healthy one, which I am proud to share with my readers and those who follow the moral of this incident will be free from stress, dejection and depression. In 1954 after my graduation and after mastering typewriting, I was in search for a job to assist my parents to tide over the deep financial crisis we were in. I worked hard and through the grand patriarch of the family of an industrialist through the strong pleading of my father, a Christian priest, I sent an application to a Madras based industrialist. The Industrialist was very humble and kind hearted, but he insisted that I knew shorthand to qualify for the job. Although I repeatedly pleaded for some time to learn shorthand writing which I could do given to my enterprising nature, while in employment and at Madras, my request was rejected. For days together I was in no mood to talk and most of the time I was sitting on a large wooden log and brooding all alone. My mother sensed that something was wrong with me and she gently persuaded me to talk out my problem. For anything and everything there is a remedy, she said. I started crying and narrated to her the negative result of my job-search. She caught hold of me and hugged me and in a gentle tone gave me a motivating one-sentence lesson. I still remember that sentence which when translated to English would mean, “My son, God has something better for you in store”. It straight went into my mind. I wiped off my tears and followed her. That day she prepared for me special bread laced with locally available fruits and sat with me while I was eating.

Later in my life I had to interact with top people of that company where I had sought for a job from a highly respectable status representing a highly elevated multinational located in Bombay. With regard to that company vis-à-vis mine many strange and startling things happened of God’s making which I am unable to open up due to moral bindings. I have completed fifty three years after the incident and through out my turbulent career in office/sales/marketing and publicity administration, I had encountered thousands of more heart rending and serious problems and always at such situations I meditate on my mother’s solemn and serene face, remember her voice and take lightly of the issue and pray for her help. The issues turn lighter enough for me to tackle leaving no scars on my emotions.
My mother has no equal and so is yours’. Love, honor and respect your mother. NOTHING EQUALS HER IN LOVE, SELF-DENIAL AND SACRIFICE.