Journal of Medicine Vol 2 - Amrita Institute of Medical Sciences and ...
Journal of Medicine Vol 2 - Amrita Institute of Medical Sciences and ...
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<strong>Amrita</strong> <strong>Journal</strong> <strong>of</strong> <strong>Medicine</strong><br />
The Fine Print<br />
“where there is a small farm where two women live. In<br />
them you will find two souls like your own.”<br />
When the hermit came to the door <strong>of</strong> the little farm,<br />
the two women who lived there were overjoyed to see<br />
him, for everyone loved <strong>and</strong> honoured the hermit. They<br />
put a chair for him on the porch <strong>and</strong> brought food <strong>and</strong><br />
drink. But the hermit was too eager to wait. He longed<br />
greatly to know what the souls <strong>of</strong> the two women were<br />
like, <strong>and</strong> from their looks he could see only that they<br />
were gentle <strong>and</strong> honest. One was old, <strong>and</strong> the other <strong>of</strong><br />
middle age.<br />
Presently he asked them about their lives. They told<br />
him the little there was to tell. They had worked hard<br />
always, in the fields with their husb<strong>and</strong>s, or in the house;<br />
they had many children; they had seen hard times, sickness<br />
<strong>and</strong> sorrow, but they had never despaired.<br />
“But what <strong>of</strong> your good deeds,’’ the hermit asked,<br />
“what have you done for God?’’<br />
“Very little,’’ they said, sadly, for they were too poor<br />
to give much. To be sure, twice every year, during harvest<br />
time, they gave some rice to their poorer neighbors.<br />
“That is very good,’’ the hermit said. “And is there<br />
any other good deed you have done?’’<br />
“Nothing,” said the older woman, “unless, unless —<br />
it might be called a good deed.” She looked at the younger<br />
woman, who smiled back at her.<br />
“What?’’ said the hermit.<br />
Still the woman hesitated; but at last she said, timidly,<br />
“It is not much to tell, only this, that it is twenty<br />
years since my sister-in-law <strong>and</strong> I came to live together<br />
in this house; we have brought up our families here. And<br />
in all the twenty years there has never been an angry word<br />
between us, or a look that was less than kind.’’<br />
The hermit bent his head before the two women <strong>and</strong><br />
gave thanks in his heart. “If my soul is as these,” he said,<br />
“I am blessed indeed.”<br />
A great light suddenly came into the hermit’s mind,<br />
<strong>and</strong> he saw how many ways there are <strong>of</strong> spiritual practice<br />
<strong>and</strong> serving God. Some go to churches, temples, or<br />
mosques, <strong>and</strong> some live in ashrams or caves, praying <strong>and</strong><br />
meditating. Some poor souls who had been very wicked,<br />
turn from their evilness with great sorrow, <strong>and</strong> serve Him<br />
with remorse. Some live faithfully <strong>and</strong> gently in humble<br />
homes, working, bringing up children, staying kind <strong>and</strong><br />
cheerful. And some bear pain patiently, for His sake.<br />
Endless, endless ways there are that only the Lord sees.<br />
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