God bless you all. >From my life...
When I broke his hands? If my recollection is correct it happened when I was studying in 8th or 9th Standard. I always remember Agnes teacher, whenever I remember St. Albert's H.S. because she loved us and then she taught us. She was the head of our class. It was the time of 'Youth Festival'. We a group of students joined in Speech Competition. Among them he was there - Jeffry - from an Anglo-Indian family, he was so wonderful, very active, from another division of same Standard. We all were in such a happy mood. We all were practicing speech in a 'Youthful way'. Some under the desk, some on the desk, some on teacher's table... jumping, dancing & laughing while referring the subject for speech. Jeffry was standing on the desk. He acted like a politician who speaks to his followers. To make everybody laugh I simply shook the desk. I just tried to frighten him, but what happened is he fell down from the desk. He didn't cry. He painfully said "Oh! My stomach" then he said "My hands are also in pain". Everybody thought another joke, but soon the scene changed. Teachers came, and as I was a coward I ran away, worrying what happened to Jeffry. Later I came to know that both of his hands are fractured and around two months I put him in difficult situation, he missed that joyfull youth festival, classes, weekend exam etc.. The more painful matter was nobody in school questioned or punished me for that incident. His parents never came searching me. I was waiting for a punishment from my teachers. Evening when all the student left to there home, I was afraid that may be his parents waiting for me at the gate. But nothing happened as I afraid. Afterwards we never met face to face, I think so. It is time to leave school. We finished our school life in 1990. All of us left school, all scattered here and there, college years passed very soon. I joined in Don Bosco ITC. There I met my old friend again. He greeted me with a warm smile. He came there at Don Bosco Youth Centre. Most evenings he came there because he lived nearby. We talked a lot and on the way I said to friends "I am the person who broke his hands". He laughed and said, "Yes". I asked him "why nobody caught me?" "Even your parents didn't come searching me!" He smiled and said that he was not at all angry with me, so informed nothing to teachers. His parents were ready to catch me, but he discouraged them. I got answers for the questions, which I asked years before. I was silent for a while. How kind he is! "We will see later..." did words came out properly? I don't think so. Very soon I was in chapel. I raised eyes and looked my Jesus. I didn't saw him there because my eyes... full of tears. I felt hot tears running out... then I saw Jesus clearer than ever. I broke his hands...but he broke my heart. He said nothing, but he taught me lot. With lots of lov & prayers Smiju joseph, abu dhabi **************************************************************** This mail is generated from JOYnet, a Jesus Youth mailing list. To unsubscribe, send a mail to [EMAIL PROTECTED] To subscribe to this mailing list, visit http://www.jesusyouth.org/joynet For automatic help, send a mail to [EMAIL PROTECTED] In case of any issue related to the mailing list contact [EMAIL PROTECTED] ****************************************************************
