“I once picked up a woman from a garbage dump and she was burning with fever; she was in her last days and her only lament was: ‘My son did this to me.’ I begged her: You must forgive your son. In a moment of madness, when he was not himself, he did a thing he regrets. Be a mother to him, forgive him. It took me a long time to make her say: ‘I forgive my son.’ Just before she died in my arms, she was able to say that with a real forgiveness. She was not concerned that she was dying. The breaking of the heart was that her son did not want her. This is something you and I can understand.” — Mother Teresa.
As I sat on the train last Sunday, after a most wonderful and inspiring church service, I found myself with a lot of free time. Not having brought my headphones or even my laptop with me, I was simply sitting there taking in the scenery and decided to meditate.
A half hour later, I brought myself back to normal consciousness, and had the best day ever. I was calm, collected, had not a single sign of stress, and just generally — happy. So, I decided then and there that I was going to write about meditation for my Friday post.
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