Oh for the old purse
Once an old man was getting down from a train and he fell down in the platform. Many youngsters came running to help him to get up and steady himself. The old man checked his pocket and said, “Oh, my purse, my purse! Where is it?”
Once an old man was getting down from a train and he fell down in the platform. Many youngsters came running to help him to get up and steady himself. The old man checked his pocket and said, “Oh, my purse, my purse! Where is it?”
The youngsters looked around for it. Once the train moved, the located the little purse on the track, picked it up and gave it to the old man. The old man hurriedly searched the purse as others watched him. He put it back with content into his pocked.
An youngster, watching this asked him, “Grandpa, you don’t seem to have any money in that purse; then why were you so excited about losing it?”
The old man said, “There is a long story behind it. I will tell you. This purse was gifted to me by my father
The old man said, “There is a long story behind it. I will tell you. This purse was gifted to me by my father
when I passed my 10th class. It contained a nice picture of our God inside. Let me show it to you…” The old man showed the a small picture of Lord which was faded and wrinkled. He continued:
“At that age, I loved my parents the dearest. I removed the picture of God and kept
“At that age, I loved my parents the dearest. I removed the picture of God and kept
my parents’ photo in the purse. When I went to college, I fell in love with the girl. I removed my parents photo and kept this girls photo there. She got married to someone and a few years later, I too got married. I kept my wife’s photo in the purse.
Later, we had a boy child whom I adored more than anyone else. I removed my wife’s photo and kept my child’s photo there.
“My wife passed away, and my son became the centre of my life. As he grew up, I kept his youthful photo in my purse. He got married. Over a period of time,
“My wife passed away, and my son became the centre of my life. As he grew up, I kept his youthful photo in my purse. He got married. Over a period of time,
he and his wife wanted to build a palatial house for them and nudged me to bequeath my properties to him. He promised to take care of me throughout my life. He sold my properties and built his dream house. I too shifted there. Over a period of time, my son and daughter-in-law
started neglecting me and I could understand that I was no longer needed in their life. I had no option but to shift to an old-age home. At that time, I understood that whomsoever I love can never be relied on; I understood only God is our permanent solace and companion.
I removed my son’s photo and put back our lord’s photo back in the purse. I keep looking at it whenever I feel lonely and depressed. Only He gives me succor and solace. That’s how this old little purse and the picture of God in it became so indispensable to me now!”
Moral - “No worldly relationship is permanent; it is our relationship with God that is everlasting”.
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