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Every moment of my life is actually my “MENTOR”.
Last Sunday, I was sitting in park in Rohini, Delhi. I saw an old man, probably some 90 plus years, sat feebly on the park bench. He didn’t move, just sat with his head down staring at his hands. When I sat down beside him he didn’t acknowledge my presence & the longer I sat I wondered if he was ok.
I asked him if he was ok. He raised his head & looked at me & smiled. Yes, I’m fine; thank u for asking, he said in a clear strong voice.
I didn’t mean to disturb u, sir, but u were just sitting here staring at you hands & I wanted to make sure u were ok I explained to him.
Have u ever looked at your hands he asked. I mean really looked at your hands? I slowly opened my hands & stared down at them. I turned them over, palms up & then palms down. No, I guess I had never really looked at my hands as I tried to figure out the point he was making.
Then he smiled & related this story: Stop & think for a moment about the hands you have, how they have served you well throughout your years. These hands, though wrinkled, shriveled & weak have been the tools I have used all my life to reach out & grab & embrace life. They braced & caught my fall when I crashed upon the floor. They put food in my mouth & clothes on my back. My Father taught me to fold them in prayer. They tied my shoes & pulled on my boots. They dried my tears. They have been dirty, scraped & raw, swollen & bent. They have held children, consoled neighbors, & shook in fists of anger when I didn’t understand. They have covered my face, combed my hair. They have been sticky & wet, bent & broken, dried & raw & to this day when not much of anything else of me works real well these hands hold me up, lay me down, & again continue to fold in prayer. He won’t care about where these hands have been or what they have done. What He will care about is to whom these hands belong & how much He loves these hands. & with these hands He will lift me to His side & there I will use these hands to touch the face of God.
No doubt I will never look at my hands the same again. I will never forget him
Last Sunday, I was sitting in park in Rohini, Delhi. I saw an old man, probably some 90 plus years, sat feebly on the park bench. He didn’t move, just sat with his head down staring at his hands. When I sat down beside him he didn’t acknowledge my presence & the longer I sat I wondered if he was ok.
I asked him if he was ok. He raised his head & looked at me & smiled. Yes, I’m fine; thank u for asking, he said in a clear strong voice.
I didn’t mean to disturb u, sir, but u were just sitting here staring at you hands & I wanted to make sure u were ok I explained to him.
Have u ever looked at your hands he asked. I mean really looked at your hands? I slowly opened my hands & stared down at them. I turned them over, palms up & then palms down. No, I guess I had never really looked at my hands as I tried to figure out the point he was making.
Then he smiled & related this story: Stop & think for a moment about the hands you have, how they have served you well throughout your years. These hands, though wrinkled, shriveled & weak have been the tools I have used all my life to reach out & grab & embrace life. They braced & caught my fall when I crashed upon the floor. They put food in my mouth & clothes on my back. My Father taught me to fold them in prayer. They tied my shoes & pulled on my boots. They dried my tears. They have been dirty, scraped & raw, swollen & bent. They have held children, consoled neighbors, & shook in fists of anger when I didn’t understand. They have covered my face, combed my hair. They have been sticky & wet, bent & broken, dried & raw & to this day when not much of anything else of me works real well these hands hold me up, lay me down, & again continue to fold in prayer. He won’t care about where these hands have been or what they have done. What He will care about is to whom these hands belong & how much He loves these hands. & with these hands He will lift me to His side & there I will use these hands to touch the face of God.
No doubt I will never look at my hands the same again. I will never forget him
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