Few days back I met a guy of around 50 years of age who was there to donate blood...During the routine screening procedure I came to know that he had already donated for 24 times..
"I started donating since 1991 after my mother passed away..."
"Okay..."
".........."
He became somewhat emotional... I was waiting for him to continue... He tried to say something, but his words failed to come out of his lips... He paused for a moment and took a deep breath... There was noticeable colour change in his fair face and unexpectedly all of a sudden he started crying !!!
I was never prepared to face such a situation, at least not at that moment..
"Hey... Please... Please don't cry !!!"
Yes, he tried to suppress his feelings... He focussed at some distant objects through the window panel... After a moment he removed his glasses, took out a handkerchief from his pocket and started to narrate his story in his broken voice while wiping his tears...
"Sorry sir... Actually my father passed away when I was too young... I can't even recall his face... My mother brought me up well despite facing lots of difficulties. In 1991, she met an accident and she was having active bleeding... Her condition became too critical till we could reach the hospital . The treating doctors informed that she might need several units of blood. I myself donated one unit... I approached many of my friends and relatives, but you see, all were having their own excuses... Before I was able to manage any more units, I was delivered the news... She was no more!! "
He cleared his throat and continued...
"After that, I made a promise to myself and thus I am donating... Had somebody come forward at my hours of need, I feel, my mother would have lived longer!!! "
You know... This experience was one of its rarest kind for me. He was the one and only elderly person I had ever met in my entire lifetime who cried for his mother even so many years after her demise...
I placed my hand over his shoulder... He looked at me and tried to smile, but that smile was strong enough to penetrate anyone's core...
Neither I will try to give any medical analysis, justification or reasoning for his labile emotions nor I am going to discuss about his praiseworthy contributions to the society in the form of blood donation.. Rather I would like to through the light in another direction... His reaction was a clear outburst of his aching heart, but it made me realize this eternal truth once again that no matter how old you are, no one else can ever take the place of a mother!!!
"I started donating since 1991 after my mother passed away..."
"Okay..."
".........."
He became somewhat emotional... I was waiting for him to continue... He tried to say something, but his words failed to come out of his lips... He paused for a moment and took a deep breath... There was noticeable colour change in his fair face and unexpectedly all of a sudden he started crying !!!
I was never prepared to face such a situation, at least not at that moment..
"Hey... Please... Please don't cry !!!"
Yes, he tried to suppress his feelings... He focussed at some distant objects through the window panel... After a moment he removed his glasses, took out a handkerchief from his pocket and started to narrate his story in his broken voice while wiping his tears...
"Sorry sir... Actually my father passed away when I was too young... I can't even recall his face... My mother brought me up well despite facing lots of difficulties. In 1991, she met an accident and she was having active bleeding... Her condition became too critical till we could reach the hospital . The treating doctors informed that she might need several units of blood. I myself donated one unit... I approached many of my friends and relatives, but you see, all were having their own excuses... Before I was able to manage any more units, I was delivered the news... She was no more!! "
He cleared his throat and continued...
"After that, I made a promise to myself and thus I am donating... Had somebody come forward at my hours of need, I feel, my mother would have lived longer!!! "
You know... This experience was one of its rarest kind for me. He was the one and only elderly person I had ever met in my entire lifetime who cried for his mother even so many years after her demise...
I placed my hand over his shoulder... He looked at me and tried to smile, but that smile was strong enough to penetrate anyone's core...
Neither I will try to give any medical analysis, justification or reasoning for his labile emotions nor I am going to discuss about his praiseworthy contributions to the society in the form of blood donation.. Rather I would like to through the light in another direction... His reaction was a clear outburst of his aching heart, but it made me realize this eternal truth once again that no matter how old you are, no one else can ever take the place of a mother!!!
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