The bell chimed overhead as
she walked in through the front door.
Heads buried in books all around, looked up to glare at a disheveled bag
of bones enter the store. The owner
stepped up, shielding the distraught figure from stabbing eyes. He guided her to the back room, sat her down
on a chair, not far from the door she usually entered through.
She related her dilemma, between heaves and sobs. He listened, offered his handkerchief and a glass of water. He then reached out and put a strong hand over her head.
Soon she had a roof over her head, clean clothes and a full stomach. Continuing odd jobs at the store, including shelving and other clerical tasks, she started school. Every spare minute she spent in the aisles, her nose buried in history or classics. Her benefactor mentored her through the intricacies of life, helping her grow until the day came when she headed out to college with her mentor’s help and blessings.
While her visions of the farm buried deeper within her, memories of her parents tucked in a special corner of her heart, prominent in her mind remained her gratitude to her mentor. So it was not a surprise when she blew away a semester in her effort to be by his side in his time of need. Her vision became blurred and her own life stood still the day she learned of his illness. Last stages of cancer and no treatment recommended, she stood by his side, holding his hand for he had no one else.
With his last breath he made her promise. Keep the vision alive! He pleaded. As her tears escaped and flowed endlessly, her vision grew less blurred and she saw clearly at a future he had envisioned.
Armed with a degree and a bookstore to keep afloat, she blossomed over the years. Three decades later, a familiar girl walked into the store. Her cheeks sucked in, twinkle lost in her eyes she walked up to the counter to request a book. A book she could not afford but needed to buy for her younger sister to stay in school. Now a store owner, she gave the book for free and took the sisters under her wing…
Samsara – life is a full circle and our connections are beyond the earthly existence. The flow of our journeys is fluid and constant, ever evolving and revolving.
She related her dilemma, between heaves and sobs. He listened, offered his handkerchief and a glass of water. He then reached out and put a strong hand over her head.
Soon she had a roof over her head, clean clothes and a full stomach. Continuing odd jobs at the store, including shelving and other clerical tasks, she started school. Every spare minute she spent in the aisles, her nose buried in history or classics. Her benefactor mentored her through the intricacies of life, helping her grow until the day came when she headed out to college with her mentor’s help and blessings.
While her visions of the farm buried deeper within her, memories of her parents tucked in a special corner of her heart, prominent in her mind remained her gratitude to her mentor. So it was not a surprise when she blew away a semester in her effort to be by his side in his time of need. Her vision became blurred and her own life stood still the day she learned of his illness. Last stages of cancer and no treatment recommended, she stood by his side, holding his hand for he had no one else.
With his last breath he made her promise. Keep the vision alive! He pleaded. As her tears escaped and flowed endlessly, her vision grew less blurred and she saw clearly at a future he had envisioned.
Armed with a degree and a bookstore to keep afloat, she blossomed over the years. Three decades later, a familiar girl walked into the store. Her cheeks sucked in, twinkle lost in her eyes she walked up to the counter to request a book. A book she could not afford but needed to buy for her younger sister to stay in school. Now a store owner, she gave the book for free and took the sisters under her wing…
Samsara – life is a full circle and our connections are beyond the earthly existence. The flow of our journeys is fluid and constant, ever evolving and revolving.
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