About six months ago, there was a chance encounter - between a man who I love a lot and another young boy. He was on a work trip down south and was with his driver on a state highway in his much-loved and sturdy Bolero. Half of the road was used up by the farmers to spread out their produce to dry and get crushed by the passing vehicles. So there was only one half of the road that was usable - the side of the road they were on. Even while they had their headlights on to indicate that they were coming, a huge dumper truck came head-on. It was driven by a young boy. He rammed the brakes hard when he saw that he was too close to the Bolero, but could not control the truck. While the Bolero driver too swerved out of the way, it was not quite enough and the truck hit the Bolero's front tyre. There was a huge hole in the tyre. Everything else was intact and no one was hurt!
The driver of the Bolero got out angrily and cursed the young boy, even as he was apologising from afar. The man I love too got out and yelled at the boy for his rash and careless driving. He is a man with a short fuse. But everything changed the moment the young boy apologised, said that he had made a mistake as he could not control the truck and mentioned that he was driving a truck only to earn some extra money to study. That melted the heart of the man I love...he immediately toned down his voice, handed him his visiting card and asked the boy to call him whenever he needed help. He then listened patiently to the young boy's touching story and asked him to help them change the tyre, before each went his way. The boy willingly obliged, chatted with them and promised to keep in touch.
A month or so later, this boy called him up - not for any help - but just to say that he felt like talking to him and that he was very happy to have met someone like the man I love. They exchanged notes and hung up. He had kept his word.
A few months later, he called up again - this time from Malaysia. He mentioned that he had been taken there by an uncle and was working there. Again he had called just to talk and catch up.
Today - on Pongal day, he had called up again to convey his wishes and talk. He spoke about how much he missed home and wanted to come back. He was earning a decent salary there in Malaysia, but felt he could get the same here in India and continue to study - something that he really wanted to do. He said that he had seen rich people in his life, including his relative, but always thought that they were arrogant, until he met the man I love. He inquired about the driver (who has left since) and how he (the man I love) was managing driving. It was a moment touched by tenderness and warmth....a concern that is often lacking even amongst close family members today.
The boy is the son of a poor farmer. The man I love is my dear husband!
Now here is his touching and inspiring story.....
This boy was in his twenties and was the only bread-winner of his family. His father had died when the boy was very young. His brother too died in an accident some months ago. He had to work to earn money for his old mother and for himself to live and study. He was driving the truck to earn some extra money for studying - he was doing his graduation through correspondence and very keen to complete it. He showed my husband his college ID while apologizing profusely for his mistake.
While his story moved my husband to tears, the anger vanished and was replaced with love. Love for a young, spirited boy who worked hard to pursue his passion and come up in life. Even as my husband asked him to call if he needed any money any time, this boy refused to even consider that. He chose to be a friend and son from afar. Such is the power of love and compassion.
The driver of the Bolero got out angrily and cursed the young boy, even as he was apologising from afar. The man I love too got out and yelled at the boy for his rash and careless driving. He is a man with a short fuse. But everything changed the moment the young boy apologised, said that he had made a mistake as he could not control the truck and mentioned that he was driving a truck only to earn some extra money to study. That melted the heart of the man I love...he immediately toned down his voice, handed him his visiting card and asked the boy to call him whenever he needed help. He then listened patiently to the young boy's touching story and asked him to help them change the tyre, before each went his way. The boy willingly obliged, chatted with them and promised to keep in touch.
A month or so later, this boy called him up - not for any help - but just to say that he felt like talking to him and that he was very happy to have met someone like the man I love. They exchanged notes and hung up. He had kept his word.
A few months later, he called up again - this time from Malaysia. He mentioned that he had been taken there by an uncle and was working there. Again he had called just to talk and catch up.
Today - on Pongal day, he had called up again to convey his wishes and talk. He spoke about how much he missed home and wanted to come back. He was earning a decent salary there in Malaysia, but felt he could get the same here in India and continue to study - something that he really wanted to do. He said that he had seen rich people in his life, including his relative, but always thought that they were arrogant, until he met the man I love. He inquired about the driver (who has left since) and how he (the man I love) was managing driving. It was a moment touched by tenderness and warmth....a concern that is often lacking even amongst close family members today.
The boy is the son of a poor farmer. The man I love is my dear husband!
Now here is his touching and inspiring story.....
This boy was in his twenties and was the only bread-winner of his family. His father had died when the boy was very young. His brother too died in an accident some months ago. He had to work to earn money for his old mother and for himself to live and study. He was driving the truck to earn some extra money for studying - he was doing his graduation through correspondence and very keen to complete it. He showed my husband his college ID while apologizing profusely for his mistake.
While his story moved my husband to tears, the anger vanished and was replaced with love. Love for a young, spirited boy who worked hard to pursue his passion and come up in life. Even as my husband asked him to call if he needed any money any time, this boy refused to even consider that. He chose to be a friend and son from afar. Such is the power of love and compassion.
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