Compassion

 

I was waiting impatiently for the doctor in the visitors’ room in the hospital. My eyes drifted in the whole room and finally rested upon a large ornamental vase that stood opposite to me on the mahogany table. The glass vase, half filled with water, had white and red tulips, their tender stems dipped in water. My eyes caught the sight of a ladybird, that walked on the outer edge of the white petal of one tulip. As I was admiring the beauty of the little creature, the bug slipped and fell into the water underneath. It struggled in the water for want of support.

I had a strong urge to pull out the flowers from the vase, and rescue the insect. But I resisted myself, hoping over hope that it would catch hold of the fleshy tulip stem and climb out to safety.

Five seconds passed, the ladybird was still in water.I rose from the seat, went near the table, pulled out a few flowers, put my hand inside the vase the and rescued the insect, neglecting the puzzled looks thrown at me by the other visitors.

If I had let the ladybird die, I would never have forgiven myself. The dove saved the ant from drowning by dropping a leaf into the stream ( so goes the story). Hundreds of people work tirelessly in Australia to throw those starfishes back to the sea which had got buried in the sand after a high tide. Volunteers in Britain rescue the countryside frogs from the road who would have otherwise fallen prey to the fast moving vehicles. Every little act of compassion can make a big difference in others’ lives.

Friends, let’s nurture life.