Another Story
Last day of last time in my home Kolkata (I've been there 5 times). I decided to walk around. Because I was going to move to Canada. I knew I'll miss the city where became my home after many difficulities. This time I didn't volunteer, Because too short. Main purpose was to see friends (please jump to the post from this link if you want to know about the story my meeting friends). I kept walking and walking. It's been so long... But I noticed still I'm capable to do what I was doing before... I felt something different from the guy sleeping on the other side of the street. There're so many people sleeping in the street, and He did look totally same. Some of you already know what it does mean. I went to talk to him. He understood what I said, But he didn't reply loudly. He had no fever. But I knew it's brain malaria. I took him to Mother Teresa's hospice (in the picture) where I was working before by taxi. Yes it's been so long. There's nobody knew me. I told sisters that I brought a patient. But they doubted that such strange foreigner say like that. Actually it's big problem that many unknowledgeful foreigners bring unserious sick people very often. I told them that I was station worker. Then they immediately believed me. But the guy I brought was almost time. They got surprised when I brought him into the hospice. There're many volunteers and sisters, and I needed to go to the bank, Because I spent my last money for the taxi. That's why I left the hospice.
That night, I was playing with a cat on the rooftop of my guesthouse. One young guy who was a volunteer of the hospice came to me. He was staying same guesthouse. He said "the guy you brought is passed". "As I guessed" I replied. "It's better than to die in the street, isn't it?". He couldn't reply to my question. He looked so sad. The death remained something among him. I noticed another story has been began among him.
posted by Jerry at 7:09 PM
4 Comments:
i think there is a side story. normally volunteering lasts until noon. nobody is allowed to stay there from noon to 3 pm. but he said my patient has been passed at 1 pm. he told me he was there when it's my patient's time. it must be hard experience for him. but dying people are best spiritual teachers.
You have a lot of sad stories to tell...
It is a shame that so much money is spend on arms& weapons and that this money is not used to help the people.
it's sad story, but everything on this planet has its meaning even such sad reality. i can't change the others. only i can do is to take care of stuff in my vew.
Really sad story... rest in peace his soul... i must say you have a wonderful heart, that kind of heart is what many, many, many people must have.... it's really pity, as Sidney said, all that money used for wars or unnecessary stuffs should be used to help all the poor people, probably the world would be a better place, imagine all that starving or sick people in the world.....!!! it's really, really sad situation......
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