036 Sneha
Sneha was five years old when her parents separated. She had to come away with her mother to another house. She missed her father and cried. She grew up to be seven. She blamed her mother and blamed God. Her mother cried too. One day her mother’s sister visited them and Sneha’s mother Deepa shared Sneha’s problem with her. Reena, her sister said, “Don’t worry. She’ll be alright.”
The next day Reena told Sneha, “Get ready. We’ll go on an excursion. It is holiday for you and you are getting bored. We’ll take an auto and go round.” Sneha jumped with joy. In a jiffy she was ready to jump into the autorickshaw. Reena and Sneha waved goodbye to Deepa and left. Their first stop was at the Blind School. They were shown around the place. The girls were reading Braille. When Sneha was introduced, some of them felt her face. They moved around with difficulty. Sneha was moved to tears.
Their next stop was an AIDS Home. Little babies to grown- ups who were suffering from AIDS were there. Sneha was told they would not live long. From there they went to the Cancer Institute. Sneha and Reena went into the Children’s ward. Many were bald because of the treatment they received. Some were crying in pain. A nurse was taking blood from a screaming child. Another was starting a drip for a little girl held down by four people. Sneha’s throat choked. “Let’s go home,” she told Deepa. “We will visit just one more place and then go” said Deepa.
So they went to an orphanage. Children were running around and playing. When the bell rang they all queued up with plate and tumbler for their food. An orderly shouted at them. The one who served food was in a nasty mood. Lunch was thick round rice and watery dal. Still the children sat in rows and ate hungrily, happily chatting among them selves. Sneha listened to the story of some. One was thrown in a garbage bin and saved by a health worker. The parents of another were washed away by tsunami. Sneha could not control her tears. How could they live without father and mother?
Sneha thought of her lovely home, comfortable bed, loving mother, monthly visits to her father, good food and play things. She had nothing to complain. Each must bear the cross given to her.
“Let’s go to the exhibition and have some fun. Then we’ll go to your favorite restaurant and then go home” Reena suggested. “No aunty. We’ll go home. We can give the money to these children” Sneha said.
Back home Sneha hugged her mother. She never again complained. She was thankful for all that God had given her.
You may have a problem. But remember there are others with greater problems.
Dr. Lilian Stanley
13 Church Colony
Vellore 632006, India
+91 9843511943
lilianstanley@gmail.com
Blessing Youth Mission
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036 Sneha
Sneha was five years old when her parents separated. She had to come away with her mother to another house. She missed her father and cried. She grew up to be seven. She blamed her mother and blamed God. Her mother cried too. One day her mother’s sister visited them and Sneha’s mother Deepa shared Sneha’s problem with her. Reena, her sister said, “Don’t worry. She’ll be alright.”
The next day Reena told Sneha, “Get ready. We’ll go on an excursion. It is holiday for you and you are getting bored. We’ll take an auto and go round.” Sneha jumped with joy. In a jiffy she was ready to jump into the autorickshaw. Reena and Sneha waved goodbye to Deepa and left. Their first stop was at the Blind School. They were shown around the place. The girls were reading Braille. When Sneha was introduced, some of them felt her face. They moved around with difficulty. Sneha was moved to tears.
Their next stop was an AIDS Home. Little babies to grown- ups who were suffering from AIDS were there. Sneha was told they would not live long. From there they went to the Cancer Institute. Sneha and Reena went into the Children’s ward. Many were bald because of the treatment they received. Some were crying in pain. A nurse was taking blood from a screaming child. Another was starting a drip for a little girl held down by four people. Sneha’s throat choked. “Let’s go home,” she told Deepa. “We will visit just one more place and then go” said Deepa.
So they went to an orphanage. Children were running around and playing. When the bell rang they all queued up with plate and tumbler for their food. An orderly shouted at them. The one who served food was in a nasty mood. Lunch was thick round rice and watery dal. Still the children sat in rows and ate hungrily, happily chatting among them selves. Sneha listened to the story of some. One was thrown in a garbage bin and saved by a health worker. The parents of another were washed away by tsunami. Sneha could not control her tears. How could they live without father and mother?
Sneha thought of her lovely home, comfortable bed, loving mother, monthly visits to her father, good food and play things. She had nothing to complain. Each must bear the cross given to her.
“Let’s go to the exhibition and have some fun. Then we’ll go to your favorite restaurant and then go home” Reena suggested. “No aunty. We’ll go home. We can give the money to these children” Sneha said.
Back home Sneha hugged her mother. She never again complained. She was thankful for all that God had given her.
You may have a problem. But remember there are others with greater problems.
Dr. Lilian Stanley
13 Church Colony
Vellore 632006, India
+91 9843511943
lilianstanley@gmail.com
Blessing Youth Mission
13 Church Colony
Vellore 632006, India
+91-416-2242943, +91-416-2248943
hq@bymonline.org
www.bymonline.org
Click here for more options
To buy books written by Dr. Lilian Stanley, kindly reach to us in the follwing address
Blessing Literature Centre
21/11 West Coovam River Road,
Chintadripet,
Chennai 600 002, India.
+91-44-28450411, Mob:8806270699
blc@bymonline.org
