Sounds like TIME TRAVEL is not just a mere fantasy anymore…!!!
There live a happy elderly couple in their 80s. They are happily married for almost 60 years. They have kids, two sons and one daughter, but they are busy with their lives and stay away from their parental home in different cities with their respective family. Being bitten by the bug of old age and with no one to look after, they moved to a nursing home. To the couple’s disbelief and dismay, the elderly lady was diagnosed with cancer of some sort that has already started spreading. A few weeks into the diagnosis, what the elderly lady endures is pain all over her body. Now, she is admitted to a hospital, where she reacted in anguish, “oh, the time has come for that now,” when she heard the doctor talking about hospice care to her husband. Within days into the admission, the lady started getting intense pain, which is intractable. Now nothing seems to work to relieve her pain. Even the most potent analgesics fail to curb her pain. With the pain, all the husband sees in his wife’s face is a grimace. No matter what the nurse/doctor administers her, she grimaces all day because of the pain.
With the eventuality being imminent, the husband took the pain of calling in their kids, who are now at the bedside. Even their presence fails to bring a smile on the lady’s face.
The husband seems to be unable to withstand the turmoil his lovely wife was facing. Now, with no hope left to ease the ailing lady, the husband tries his hand on reviving some of the old, loving memories. He talks about how they were while they were young and how beautiful she was. This is only when the lady wears a brief smile on her face. Such is the power of words. Those few words did what drug could not.
The time was early part of 2007. A boy met a man, a colleague, at his workplace. First they started out as colleagues, then blossomed into friendship, and then further into brotherhood. With such relationship, they rendered help to each other as and when required. The man was pious in a way. Unfortunately, after a few years, the man encountered a nagging and recurrent illness due to which he had to leave the job as per doctor’s advice, thus rendering him jobless. Though they are not in touch like they used to, they made it a point to catch up and hangout together whenever they felt like.
With time, since the man was jobless, he started facing a financial crunch, so he started asking the boy for monetary help with a little hesitancy in the beginning. Bound by the rapport they shared the boy complied with whatever he could with little or no negotiation whatsoever whenever necessary. This habit of lending and borrowing continued sporadically until 2013. All these years never did the boy ask back the money he had lent neither did the man pay back the money he had borrowed.
Now the time was January 2014 when the boy, with courage being gathered, asked the man for the money due to the financial constraint he faced at that point in time. This was the time when the man cut off all sort of communications with the boy. What an insulting twist!
Was the money worth the friendship, the brotherhood, and the rapport they shared, or was there no relationship at all the whole time?
If such is the case, will “TRUST” be the word as decorated and revered as it is now?
From the above, one can deduce to 3 conclusions:
- Money lent to someone cannot be claimed as yours (especially when you need it).
- If you lent money to someone, never expect it back.
- If you want a lasting relationship, never borrow/lend money from/to him/her.
It was not long ago that this incident happened. It was a sunny afternoon. Myself, my younger brother and younger sister were walking towards our apartment after devouring the entertainment provided by Captain America: The Winter Soldier. Just a few paces into the walk, we noticed that we were being stalked. Just to be sure that the stalker was following us, we played a little game. We pretended to stop, the stalker stopped; we pretended to take turn, the stalker turned as well. Now, being sure that we were being followed, we chalked out of a plan. We walked into a shop and bought a rusk biscuit for the stalker. The stalker was none other than a cachectic puppy that looked like it had been starving since a day or two. Once we tore the pack of rusk biscuit and gave it to the puppy, it pounded on it and guttled it as if it had not eaten in days. It was only then it stopped following us. We then walked into our apartment contentedly with a proud feeling that the deserving love is being bestowed to the poor little puppy.
If given a chance to choose between a widow and a divorcee, I would definitely go for the widow just on my presumption that widows know the value of man and companionship better.
Just learned the hard way that you cannot walk straight when your bladder is full.