A small girl, about nine, with big eyes and sunken cheeks, was sitting in my class. She was interested in her studies but with no energy to play or laugh aloud. Looking at her beautiful but pale face, I was pained. I decided to call her mother to learn about her health and family background.
I found that the young girl had been unwell for at least two years! When I asked if they had taken her to a doctor, the mother replied negatively and then burst into tears. She then informed me that the father (who is a senior lecturer in a reputed college here ) had left the family when the girl was only three months old. The poor lady worked as a night attendant in hospitals, and her meager income wasn’t enough to pay for her daughter’s treatment. I was shocked! I discussed it with everyone in my school, my extended family, and even with the sitting MLA of my locality and raised some money for her medical care.
The doctor diagnosed her with a complicated cardiac problem, which could be treated only by specialists from big metropolitan cities. After much persuasion, our MLA sanctioned enough money for her to be sent to a renowned cardiac surgeon. Her surgery was successful, and now she is leading a normal life.
The Rak that saved the girl also satisfied my soul and made me feel great.
A Rak makes everyone feel good.