SILENT LIFE

The key to happiness is our ability to rewrite the journey of our life.

A  silent contemplation-If life balanced out and everyone had an equal share of joy and sorrow,she was due for a huge dose of Joy.The lovely morning sun lifted the fog and shone bright,enhancing the fall colors, lifting  her spirit.

Rewind...
Life does not come with a manual or instructions.Each of us has to navigate the swift currents,waterfalls,storms,as well as peaceful serene waters using our judgement.As a young graduate student ,she was awarded a fee waiver and Teaching Assistance due to her impressive scores.Moving away from the cramped home of her adoptive parents,she felt so free,relaxed and liberated.They had saved her from a life of sordid crime even as they toiled from dawn to dusk to eke out a living.Growing up with eight foster children the state had entrusted them with was tough ,she had learned early on to be defensive,look out,pick up,clean up and fend for herself.Books saved her,she would immerse herself in them all day and live in a world of make believe,always dreaming of one day becoming a famous person who could have everything she craved for.

She did well,earned her Masters ,accepted a teaching position ,moved into a modest little condo and was doing well .Till she met the black eyed,wheat skinned International student whose worried,shy fumbling stirred a maternal chord in her.He was in her class ,doing an undergraduate course,worried he would not cope and scared of being sent back to his homeland.His fumbling attempts to follow the subject ,waiting after class to ask her help,made her feel so touched and appreciated.Soon he was at her doorstep every weekend ,a quick study,he grasped facts well and devoted all his time and efforts in mastering the elaborate syllabus.Graduating top of the class,he visited her early that fateful weekend with freshly picked flowers from the campus gardens.He thrust the flowers forward,thanked her ,handed her a box of her favorite chocolates and turned to leave.

She called him back and asked him in.Of course she wanted to know what he would do now,where he would go ,how he would cope.Warmly embracing him her first successful student,they succumbed to hours of denial,unsaid words,longings...

He walked away without turning back.

Justin was born nine months later.Black eyed,curly haired,sturdy,he had his fathers' looks and color.

Life went on ,she was now a Professor with tenure.Her son had just graduated Magna cum laude from the same college.

She wiped off tears,as she looked at him lying in the Intensive Care Unit,barely breathing.

They said he had inherited a gene that caused degeneration of muscle and tissue and had but a few days to live.

Wiping off moisture,she was determined to locate her sons father.He had a right to know and at least hold his hand.

A quick search on the internet ,she located him.Sending him terse scripted information,she now waited for the outcome as she sat holding her only childs' hand,tenderly wiping his brow,her heart hammering.

She must have dozed off .The nurse handed her a consent form to perform a transfusion of blood and platelets and a bone marrow infusion.Knowing it was their last chance,she dashed off her consent.

Two days later,he slowly opened his eyes and blinked.The smile and look of awe elated her.She wept as they hugged.

The white gowned ,tall,slow moving figure walking towards them brought back memories.

The shy smile was sill the same as he held out his hand.She went into his embrace.

He was now a renowned specialist who had found the cure for the dreaded affliction and their son was safe.

They could not have had a life as too many obstacles stood in their way.

Faith,love and patience had won the day.She had upheld her part of their decision,while he had worked on finding the cure.

The family was united at last,as they all looked at each other and wondered at the miracle and mystery of Life.

The lovely morning sun lifted the fog and shone brightly on Falls Colors..

LIFE MOVES ON.