It was my son's third day in a new school. Months of preparation and pep talks just disappeared in to thin air as my son saw his wailing classmates. "You teach me a lot of things, could you not be my teacher and not send me to school" he sobbed.How often I had considered home schooling and gave up only because it would deprieve him of growing up with other kids. Of course I could not tell him that. My mother stayed in the school as I reluctantly left for my office.I tried hard to recall my first day at school, but had no clue about what I had done."Thank God, Hanniel will not remeber today I told myself".
At noon, I rushed on my two-wheeler to get my mother and son home. His school like mine has a huge ground before the school building and my son was running up and down in glee. As I saw my mum holding his bag and just watching him run, I remembered how I would run across the ground in my own school several years ago. Then the three of us set off on my vehicle homeward.
My two-wheeler huffed and puffed up the little hillock on which my house is situated. Ahead of me I saw a tractor carrying some construction material. Suddenly the tractor started moving backwards uncontrolably. Its breaks had failed. I stopped still, should I turn round down hill?, should I move sideways and make way?. I could not figure out. But the tractor driver turned his steering wheel so hard that the tractor wagon turned in a right angle and hit the compound wall of a house.The wall broke COMPLETELY.
The owner of the house was furious. He yelled and I saw the tractor driver stand with downcast eyes. I heard him explain to the owner of the house about his breaks that failed. To him the tractor driver was a wall breaker to me a life saver. I could do nothing to save the driver from a possible pay-up, except say he averted a huge accident. Would the driver who was far poorer than the owner of the house be forced to pay? or would the house-owner exhibit humanitarian consideration? As I watched the driver be sent off without penalty I said a prayer of thanks. I had just received an answer to the pray we sang at school. "The world stands the need of liberation my Lord, it still has to learn to love".There is still hope for mankind, for kindness lives on in human hearts.
