There is nothing as right or wrong. There is always only the Truth because the opposite of Truth is also Truth. Truth Prevails!!! Satyamev Jayate!!
Saturday, July 31, 2010
SCARS OF LIFE
Some years ago,on a hot summer dayin South Florida ,a little boy decided to gofor a swim in the old swimming hole behind his house.In a hurry to dive intothe cool water,he ran out the back door, leaving behind shoes, socks, and shirt as he went...
He flew into the water,not realizing that as he swam toward the middle of the lake, an alligator was swimming toward the shore. His father, working in the yard, saw the two as they got closer and closer together.In utter fear,he ran toward the water,yelling to his son as loudlyas he could. Hearing his voice,the little boy became alarmed and made a U-turnto swim to his father. It was too late.Just as he reached his father, the alligator reached him.
From the dock,the father grabbed his little boy by the armsjust as the alligatorsnatched his legs..That began an incredibletug-of-war between the two.. The alligator was much stronger than the father,but the father was muchtoo passionate to let go.
A farmer happened to drive by, heard his screams,raced from his truck,took aim and shot the alligator. Remarkably, after weeks and weeks in the hospital,the little boy survived.His legs were extremely scarred by the vicious attackof the animal.And, on his arms,were deep scratcheswhere his father's fingernails dug into his flesh in his effortto hang on to the son he loved.
The newspaper reporterwho interviewed the boyafter the trauma,asked if he wouldshow him his scars.The boy lifted his pant legs. And then, with obvious pride, he said to the reporter, 'But look at my arms.I have great scarson my arms, too..I have them becausemy Dad wouldn't let go.'
You and I can identifywith that little boy.We have scars, too.No, not from an alligator,but the scars of a painful past. Some of those scarsare unsightly and havecaused us deep regret.
But, some wounds,my friend,are because God has refusedto let go.In the midst of your struggle, He's been thereholding on to you..
I am Satya, a Bangalorean. I am passionate about life and people. My husband Sridhar and daughter Nidhi mean a lot to me. I thank God for such a wonderful husband, always-there-for-me parents and grandmother who form my support system. Else I wouldnt have time on the job I love so much and my hobbies. Life is very special and I am so happy to be ME.