A few months ago, my sister ran into a friend who was an active member of a social service organisation. Being my sister, she could not but help tell her about my blog Talkalittledo, where I post unique real-life stories of family and friends.
“Do you have any story that I can share with my sister,” she asked eagerly
This is the tale that the lady told my sister.
Situated in the campus of a well-known school in south India, is a house of worship. Attached to this is an orphanage for poor kids.
Though the main school and the religious domain boasted of concrete buildings, the orphanage itself was lacking in many facilities, the chief among them being a concrete roof. It was only a thatched enclosure.
Some years ago, an American contingent visited them as part of their tour. A lady of Indian origin was among them. She had done her primary schooling in the main school and was eager to visit her alma mater. But she was very much appalled by the dilapidated condition of the orphanage. She said that when she went back to America, she would harness money to construct the roof of the orphanage.
She returned to her home at the end of her tour.
It was a cold snowy day when her two sons met her to transport her to their town where they had arranged a family get together.
All the way in the car, the woman would not stop talking about the orphanage and how she had promised to help them build the roof.
Halfway through their journey, there were some muffled sounds from the engine of the car they were travelling in. The vehicle stalled and stopped in the middle of nowhere. The woman, without thinking, opened her door and got out to check what was amiss.
That was when the horrible accident took place.
The car coming behind them lost control and slid down the snow and ran over the woman, killing her on the spot.
Everything was over in a minute.
The sons were devastated. Even months later, the two sons kept recalling their mother’s last wish and brooded on it. They decided to do something about it.
They sold their mother’s house. Instead of sharing the proceeds between themselves, they decided to use it to build a roof for the orphanage thousands of miles away, in India.
One of the sons had been married for more than ten years and was desperately trying to have a child. But though all the tests proved positive and showed nothing amiss, his wife was having trouble conceiving.
That son came to India personally, fixed up with some builders and started to build the roof for the orphanage. He stood steadfast in the heat and dust and supervised the work, till it was completed.
It was with a glowing heart that he went back to his country, having fulfilled his mother’s dying wish.
A month later his wife conceived and gave birth to a lovely baby. And for three years in a row, she delivered three children.
Every year, the son and his wife would come down to India, with their new baby and place the child at the feet of the deity, attached to shrine near the orphanage.
Their three kids had their naming ceremonies in a humble house of God in India….even though they were wealthy US citizens.
Somethings are hard to comprehend.
Especially a miracle from above.
Story By: ARS Chennai. Written by gulsum basheer @ talkalittledo.
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