A twenty-year-old well-to-do- University student from West Bengal, India narrates his first encounter with Mother Teresa. Having escaped from the college one day, he was on his way to join some friends at a cinema hall in Sealdah when he found himself being beckoned by a nun in a white sari. The nun was Mother Teresa, though he did not know her then. The nun wanted his help, to pick up a half-naked man sprawled over a garbage heap. He was horrified. The man’s body was decomposing and emitting a foul stench, but the nun’s face appealed to him as no other had before. Almost in a trance he found himself helping her. Something made him jump into the ambulance and accompany them to the Home. Then he went down on his knees and helped to wash the dying man’s sore-covered feet. He felt then that this was the first worthwhile act that he had ever done in his whole life.
We live a word where, by and large, the name of the game is look after your own interests, because if you don’t, no one else will. But if we could just think beyond ourselves for sometime and lend a helping hand to show that we care, we could be reminded of our humanity, and feel that life was worthwhile.
Quote: “It is not enough to help the feeble up, but to support him after.” – William Shakespeare