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Something to ponder…

April 10, 2007

Something to ponder…….. (from forwarded email)

Read on….

Dr. Arun Gandhi, grandson of Mahatma Gandhi and founder of the M.K.Gandhi Institute for Nonviolence, in his June 9 lecture at the University of Puerto Rico shared the following story:

I was 16 years old and living with my parents at the institute my grandfather had founded 18 miles outside of Durban , South Africa , in the middle of the sugar plantations. We were deep in the country and had no neighbors, so my two sisters and I would always look forward to going to town to visit friends or go to the movies.

One day, my father asked me to drive him to town for an all-day conference, and I jumped at the chance. Since I was going to town, my mother gave me a list of groceries she needed and, since I had all day in town, my father asked me to take care of several pending chores, such as getting the car serviced.

When I dropped my father off that morning, he said, “I will meet you here at 5:00 p.m., and we will go home together.” After hurriedly completing my chores, I went straight to the nearest movie theatre. I got so engrossed in a John Wayne double-feature that I forgot the time. It was 5:30 before I remembered. By the time I ran to the garage and got the car and hurried to where my father was waiting for me, it was almost 6:00.

He anxiously asked me, “Why were you late?”

I was so ashamed of telling him I was watching a John Wayne western movie that I said, “The car wasn’t ready, so I had to wait,” not realizing that he had already called the garage.

When he caught me in the lie, he said: “There’s something wrong in the way I brought you up that didn’t give you the confidence to tell me the truth. In order to figure out where I went wrong with you, I’m going to walk home 18 miles and think about it.”

So, dressed in his suit and dress shoes, he began to walk home in the dark on mostly unpaved, unlit roads.

I couldn’t leave him, so for five-and-a-half hours I drove behind him, watching my father go through this agony for a stupid lie that I uttered. I decided then and there that I was never going to lie again.

I often think about that episode and wonder, if he had punished me the way we punish our children, whether I would have learned a lesson at all. I don’t think so. I would have suffered the punishment and gone on doing the same thing. But this single non-violent action was so powerful that it is still as if it happened yesterday.

That is the power of non-violence.

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Team Hoyt

January 31, 2007

There is a truly inspiring real life story that I wanted to share with my friends. It’s a story of an unconditional love that a father has for his son. A story of never giving up. A story of living your life to the fullest. And most importantly, a story that reveal the true love of a parent and a family who never give up and believing.

Team Hoyt – Dick & Rick Hoyt.

Due to a birth tragedy, Rick was born unable to walk or talk. The doctors said that he will be a vegetable for the rest of his life, and advised the parents to give up on him, but the parents never did! Never for once they thought of giving up on him.

They do their best to give Rick a normal life. And they even send him to a public school. With the help of a specially built wheelchair (like the one Stephen Hawking‘s using), he managed to talk for the first time, although through a computer.

His first words? “Go Bruins.” That surprises his parents because they have been expecting “Hi, mom.” & “Hi, dad.” They realised that he has been following the hockey games like everyone else in the house, and he likes sports.

One day, he told his Dad that he wanted to participate in a five-mile benefit run for a local lacrosse player who has been paralysed in a car accident. They finished the race last, but Rick told his Dad for the first time, he did not feel paralysed at all!

And they went on for more races……

Watch the video, and be touched.

The undying and unconditional love of a parents……