*~*Somebody's Mother*~*:Inspirational Stories and real life Incidences.

*~*Somebody's Mother*~*

by Roja on April 01, 2009, 12:24:16 PM

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Last week, we were discussing about the concept of self effort and God's help. My cousin said that God helps those who help themselves!. On this comment, my friend Jyoti retorted that 'No, God helps those who help others.!!'. My uncle, a passive listener till now, asked us, have we read the poem "Somebody's Mother?".

Out of curiosity I searched the poem on Internet. The poem by Mary Dow Brine brought tears to my eyes. A poor and old lady is standing on the roadside waiting to cross the road. Lost in the heavy traffic, she stands helplessly waiting for some spporting hand.

" She stood at the crossing and waited long.
Alone, uncared for, amid the throng
Oh human beings who passed her by,
Nor heeded the glance of her anxious eye"

At this moment, glad of the freedom of 'School let out', hordes of merry children were passing by. One of them stopped, came to the old lady, helped her cross the road and went back to his friends.

"Then back again to his friends he went,
His young heart happy and well content.
"She's Somebody's Mother, boys, you know,
For all she's aged and poor and slow;
And I hope some fellow will lend a hand
To help My Mother, You understand,
If ever she's poor and old and gray,
When her own dear boy is far away."
The Old Lady also prays at night,
'God be kind to the Noble Boy.
Who is Somebody's Son and Pride and Joy.

If somebody's Mother is always helped by somebody's Son then everybody's
Mother and Son will be happy. But it is not to be so. It is always a rare occurence.

I remember of one similar story. A Lonely Widow is waiting in her Army quarter for her Son's return home. Instead, she receives the ghastly news of her son being shot dead by someone. Suddenly a Youth enters her quarter and askes her to hide him from the Police. He tells her that unable to control his anger he has shot someone dead and police are now after him. She hides him till the police lose the trail of the murderer. When asked as to why she gave shelder to her Son's murderer, She says the He is Somebody's Son and she knows the grief of losing son..

It is always a noble gesture - somebody's son helping somebody's mother and somebody's mother helping sombody's son. In India instances of mothers helping somebody's son can be found in plenty. Rather, the concept of universal motherhood has made occurrence of such instances a common phenomenon in our country.

A few days back, I had been to Delhi for some work. I was staying with some friends. We went out for shopping. There was one auntie in our group. As we were walking side by side I felt that Auntie's feet were flatering. Instinctively I held her hand. She also gripped my hand and we walked together. Her grip on my hand made me remember how my Mother used to hold my hand. My mother left this world two years back. Before that, my ill mother would walk on her unsteady steps and grip my hand for support. I remembered all this that day when I held auntie's hand.

What if she is not my Mother? She was somebody's Mother.

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