Dear Raji Madam, :yo:
When I read your posts, your language, the way you have described the incidents touch my heart to the deep.
The language is the only powerful instrument we have to heal, to nurture, to cherish, to forgive, to bring smile, to love, to understand and to bless… I just want to share this small yet beautiful story with you. So, I am posting here in your thread. Please excuse me for doing so.
The Power of Words
There once was a wise sage who wandered the countryside. One day, as he passed near a village, he was approached by a woman who told him of a sick child nearby. She requested him to help this child.
So the sage came to the village, and a crowd gathered around him, for such a man was a rare sight. One woman brought the sick child to him, and he said a prayer over her.
"Do you really think your prayer will help her, when medicine has failed?" yelled a man from the crowd.
"You know nothing of such things! You are a stupid fool!" said the sage to the man.
The man became very angry with these words and his face grew hot and red. He was about to say something, or perhaps strike out, when the sage walked over to him and said: "If one word has such power as to make you so angry and hot, may not another have the power to heal?"
And thus, the sage healed two people that day.