Daily I get together with lot of people in my circle. And I always fail to recognize myself among them, I always ask a question to myself “who am I?” Till now I am not back with an answer. But I very agreeably can make out one thing and that is “I possess a heart, a heart that can nurse back the psychological health of a person; a heart that can find contentment in every part of life”.
Today I met with a 20 year old college boy Rave. Rave is a victim of a car crash. He was returning from college on his bicycle, when two cars had a collision. In the crash one of the cars lost its footing and smashed him. In this misfortune he went through a massive loss- physical as well as psychological.
About an hour his hand was dead bolt under the off-centered car. But after the great effort of medical care his hand has been operated and regrettably been alienated from his body. However, nothing could restore his lost confidence. So now a day’s whenever he becomes visible to himself in the mirror, tears and silent cries come along. Because now Rave considers him as a different person, distinct from his family, his friends and each person around like chalk and cheese.
When I met with this young man Rave, I said “oh boy you give the impression of being handsome”, but no reactions were able to be seen. Then I very well comprehend that these things wouldn’t act on Rave, so I said “dear if someone in the least lost one of his fingers, does that mean his other fingers will stop working? You can’t make other sections of your body to stop working just because the loss of one of your hands”. But again nothing much I scrutinize on his face.
Then I said “dear I will let you know of a story, the true one that has never been told from the heart of one, not till now”.
Looking at you gives me a reflection of the person who didn’t get even an opportunity to sense; sense how it all feels to have pair of hands and to be in motion with fingers. How does it experience to cling something in your palm. He wasn’t lucky enough to get even a chance to be acquainted with what is standing on feet, footing on grass, being under his own steam with friends.
Nearby you can find untold people who can’t even boast on what you are left with. You include pair of leg for leisurely walk. In spite of everything you still have the possibility to make your left arm get skilled in what your right arm was, and bring it into play for your lost branch.
He raised his eyes to look at me
Then looking into his eyes, I said “You still have a life to live”.
“You have to decide for yourself. You want to take the weight off your feet and cry or want to position yourself and fight back in the vein of a soldier.
You have to be the victor in the battle of life. Let this life recognize you as a tough shell to crack. You have a long life to go. So, light up the spirit in your heart that can never be broken.
This all made him cover his face with the only hand he had and burst out into tears. He said “m sorry” Listening to this I mutely stepped out of his room because I knew now he can lift himself up to the line he has to.
After my return to home, I felt some wetness on my face. So I saw my eyes in the mirror and found they were flowing. Then my eyes travel down “oh I fail to remember I don’t possess legs” then I thought to wipe the tears on my face and my brain go round to remember of that lucky boy Rave who own a hand who could be a companion in his sadness and I None.
In current times a good number of people are displeased from tip to toe with what they have. This is because of the reason: every single human being is looking up at the sky and is gradually forgetting its grounds. In the running time every single person wants to fly high but in that they always fail to keep in their mind that they will be in need of a ground when they will fall.
With this story I want to make people understand the importance of ground. The importance of having an aim of achieving things along with being happy and satisfied with what you have. Because most of the time we fail to enjoy some beautiful moments of life in running after for things we wish to have.