Sadly this is the story of many poor countries affected by climate change and man-made devastations. It is an alrm for many countries to tackle this big human problem.The self -centric mindset needs to be changed to help those who desperately need help. We pray with faith, open our multicolor Human Umbrella and embrace all who are suffering with an open mind and open heart.
As I was growing up, I was provided with many umbrellas of kindness, compassion, and affection to protect me, to feed me, grieve my losses, and wipe my tears. My mother was the first such umbrella who nurutured lovingly by making food for me and by waiting for me when I would come home late at night for earning my daily bread. My wife was a big umbrella who left her rich family to marry me and become a part of my poor family. She always stood beside me and worked hard for our family as I was working on my doctoral degree in a foreign country. And when she passed away seven years ago, my children, grand children and my good old friends have been taking care of me. I am blessed to have such multicolor umbellas of compassion, support, emotional generosity, and uncondiotional love.
May we hold our umbrellas of kindness, compassion and generosity for people who are thirsty, hungry and starving for support and care!
Namaste!
Jagdish P Dave
On Jun 29, 2018 Jagdish P Dave wrote :
Sadly this is the story of many poor countries affected by climate change and man-made devastations. It is an alrm for many countries to tackle this big human problem.The self -centric mindset needs to be changed to help those who desperately need help. We pray with faith, open our multicolor Human Umbrella and embrace all who are suffering with an open mind and open heart.
As I was growing up, I was provided with many umbrellas of kindness, compassion, and affection to protect me, to feed me, grieve my losses, and wipe my tears. My mother was the first such umbrella who nurutured lovingly by making food for me and by waiting for me when I would come home late at night for earning my daily bread. My wife was a big umbrella who left her rich family to marry me and become a part of my poor family. She always stood beside me and worked hard for our family as I was working on my doctoral degree in a foreign country. And when she passed away seven years ago, my children, grand children and my good old friends have been taking care of me. I am blessed to have such multicolor umbellas of compassion, support, emotional generosity, and uncondiotional love.
May we hold our umbrellas of kindness, compassion and generosity for people who are thirsty, hungry and starving for support and care!
Namaste!
Jagdish P Dave