ملتقى طلاب وطالبات جامعة الملك فيصل,جامعة الدمام - This is how we miss out something called "life

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THIS IS HOW WE MISS OUT SOMETHING CALLED "LIFE"

A boy was born to a couple after eleven years of marriage. They were a
loving couple and the boy was the gem of their eyes. When the boy was
around two years old, one morning the husband saw a medicine bottle
open. He was late for office so he asked his wife to cap the bottle and keep
it in the cupboard. His wife, preoccupied in the kitchen totally forgot the
matter. The boy saw the bottle and playfully went to the bottle fascinated
by its color and drank it all. It happened to be a poisonous medicine meant
for adults in small dosages. When the child collapsed the mother hurried
him to the hospita l, where he died. The mother was stunned. She was
terrified how to face her husband. When the distraught father came to the
hospital and saw the dead child, he looked at his wife and uttered just five
words.

The husband just said " I am with you Darling "

The husband's totally unexpected reaction is a proactive behavior. The child
is dead. He can never be brought back to life. There is no point in finding
fault with the mother. Besides, if only he had taken time to keep the bottle
away, this would not have happened.. No one is to be blamed. She had also
lost her only child. What she needed at that moment was consolation and
sympathy from the husband. That is what he gave her.

If everyone can look at life with this kind of perspective, there would be
much fewer problems in the world. "A journey of a thousand miles begins
with a single step". Take off all your envies, jealousies, unforgiveness,
selfishness, and fears. And you will find things are actually not as difficult as
you think
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MORAL OF THE STORY:

This story is really worth reading. ..... Sometimes we spend time in asking
who is responsible or whom to blame, whether in a relationship, in a job or
with the people we know. By this way we miss out something called L.I.F.E
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