FWD:Story of True Love

Please forward this story to those individuals who you ever loved or
now loving. And those people who loved you. Please share it with all
humans who do believe in LOVE.

True Love

It was a hectic morning, about 8:30 am, when an elderly gentleman in
his 80’s, arrived to see me. He stated that he was in a hurry as he had
an appointment at 9:00 am.  I had him take a seat, knowing it
would be over an hour before I would to able to see him. I saw him
looking at his watch and felt bit bad about it. If I was not busy with
another appointment, I would have spent time with him.

While I was checking what he had written (he required me to read his
article before sending it to the newspaper), we began to engage in
conversation. I asked him if he had a doctor’s appointment this
morning, as he was in such a hurry. The gentleman told me no, that he
needed to go to the nursing home to eat breakfast with his wife.

I then inquired about her health. He told me that she had been there
for a while and that she was a victim of Alzheimer Disease (a brain
disorder that seriously affects a person’s ability to carry out daily
activities).

As we talked, and I finished reading his story, I asked if she would be
worried if he was a bit late. He replied that she no longer knew who he
was, that she had not recognized him in five years now.

I was surprised, and asked him. “And you still go every morning, even
though she doesn’t know who you are?” He smiled as he patted my hand
and said. “She doesn’t know me, but I still know who she is.”

I had to hold back tears as he left, I had goose bumps on my arm, and
thought, “That is the kind of love I want in my life.” True love is
neither physical nor intellectual. True love is an acceptance of all
that is, has been, will be, and will not be.

(Courtesy: “My Experiences” by Dr.Udaylal Pai, Journalist http://www.udaypai.net/meditation4.htm)

Innocent Love

It happened sometime back. One day Adhrika, my 3 year old daughter took
a sheet of costly decorative wrapping paper roll I bought to wrap a
gift for my friend’s wedding. I found she was busy decorating a
cardboard box with it.

On seeing this, I was angry as the roll costs money and I was in
financial difficulty. I scolded the child for wasting money on such
trifle things. The child sulked and hid the box under her toy table.

However, next day morning, Adhrika brought the box to me and said,
“This is for you, Appa (Daddy).” I was embarrassed by my previous
overreaction.

But I became very angry again when I found that the box was empty. I
yelled at her, “Don’t you know that when you give someone a present,
there’s supposed to be something inside it?” (I was so unconscious that
I could not think that little Adhrika cannot buy anything for me on her
own.)

The little girl looked up at me with tears in her eyes and said, “Oh,
Appa it’s not empty. I blew kisses into the box. All for you, Appa.” I
was crushed. I bent down on my knees. I put my arms around my little
girl and begged her forgiveness.

I have kept that gold box in my memory. Whenever I was discouraged, I
would take out an imaginary kiss and remember the love of the child who
had put it there. There is nothing in this universe as precious as pure
love. Nobody has ever, never, will love me like this.

In a very real sense, each of us is parents who have been given a gold
container filled with unconditional love and kisses by innocent people.
Ask yourself, did you experience it?

(Courtesy: “My Experiences” by Dr.Udaylal Pai, Journalist http://www.udaypai.net/meditation4.htm)

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You must try to generate happiness within yourself. If you aren’t happy in one place, chances are you won’t be happy anyplace.
– Ernie Banks
 
Happiness equals reality minus expectations
– Tom Magliozzi
 
I’ve learned that everyone wants to live on top of the mountain, but
all the happiness and growth occurs while you’re climbing it.
– Anonymous

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