The voices of
My Mind Vs Heart
The day I was
asked to handle grade, 6th English classes at my school along with
higher sections & junior college my mind was completely devilled, distressed
and delusion. However, my heart said stay cool, calm & believe in the
Almighty. Everything happens for good; He knows the best for me and will shower
the best at the right time and in the right ways. So, I listened to my heart
and completely ignored the voices in my mind.
Coolly,
calmly & cheerfully I took up the assigned task and slowly I started loving
the new lovely kids and teaching them. Yesterday, I completed one of the English
lessons Taro’s Reward. It truly inspired me in some way. The same evening while
I was recollecting my day, the following story bloomed in my heart and I
started feeling like over the moon.
True
Humanization
There was an
old postman who used to walk every day from morning till evening under all
season & all six days a week delivering letters doors to doors in a small
town. He was in this profession for years and was completely familiar with all
the addresses, houses, families & people. One fine day
he had an overload of work and a new address of a nearby village to which he
had never been before. He thought to deliver this new addressed letter at the
end of the day. As he knew it will eat up a little extra time of his in
hunting the new address. Finally, he reached to this new address where he had
to deliver the final letter of the day. He was completely worn out than usual.
With his leftover energy, he knocked on the door and said the postman… postman. A soft,
gentle voice said, “Kindly slip the letter under the door”. The postman got
completely annoyed and said to himself, I walk from such a long-distance door
to door every day and these people can’t even come to their doors to receive
their respective letters. In choler, he knocked the door wildly and in a scratchy
unpleasant voice he said, “It is a registered letter, you need to walk to the
door quickly, sign and receive the letter, I have other works to do too”. After
a couple of minutes, the door opened, to the postman’s surprise there was this
young little boy who opened the door with a sweet smile and said, “Sorry
postman uncle, I made you wait, it took a little time for me to creep to the
door”. The man said in a little soft voice no problem, kindly sign here, delivered
the registered letter and went back. On his way, he felt bad for himself and for
his act. A few weeks letter he had to go to the same address to deliver a fresh
new letter. He reached the door and slipping the letter under the door, he said,
“Letter, letter and you don’t need to come to the door I have slipped it under
the door”. The sweet, lovely little boy said, “Postman uncle, kindly hold on
for a minute, I am coming”. The kid opened the door of his house with a smile,
said thank you for the letter and gave a gift box to the postman and said this
is for you, postman uncle. The postman amazingly asked the kid, what is this and
why? The kind little heart said, this is a gift for you, but kindly open it
after you reach home. The postman accepted it and went back home surprisingly.
The night he unboxed the box and was completely touched looking at the
surprise. It was a pair of shoes; the postman had no footwears and had walked years barefoot delivering letters and no one had noticed this. He said to
himself, I had been delivering people’s letters for years barefoot and no one
had noticed it. However, this little kid who was footless noticed it and gifted
me a pair of new shoes. He hugged the shoes to his heart and cried for hours
and blessed the sweet little Angel.
Moral: We all
are humans carrying the least sensitivity. What is the use of being such a
human who is so insensitive, with no feelings and understanding for others? In
today’s world, everyone is lost in their own troubles and difficulties. None of
us have the time to understand know the situations and conditions of others.
Come, let us try our best to understand others' problems and give our best in
helping them and supporting them. There is a deeper message hidden in the
above story. Try to understand it and let us try to cover a few bare feet.
I am in search
of a smart, lovely tailor who can stitch the torn relationships and work upon
the broken hearts in patching without leaving any marks.
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