About two months ago, I saw an impoverished lady, about the same age as my mother, on the street. She looked fragile, helpless, and it was apparent she was alone and needed help. As I walked towards her, I kept looking at her, hoping she would ask me for help. And she tearfully asked me if I could assist her in some way. I handed her some money, ten rupees, to be exact. She thanked me profusely, and I continued on my way home. When I reached home, I continued to think about the lady, and I felt terrible and regretted, not giving her some more money.
Recently my mother was traveling alone, by train, from my native place to Bangalore. It was a long 30-hour journey, and her ticket was not confirmed. When she boarded the train, she asked the people around her if she could sit on their berth, but they refused. My mother felt helpless and cried, and then she started to look for another place. Suddenly, a young college going girl, about my age, gave her berth to my mother. The girl looked after my mother for the rest of the journey too!
I am so grateful to the universe for making this happen – incidents that logically may not have a connection, but my faith says they do.