A Gift of Life
The greatest gift of
life is life itself!
Photo by Lina Trochez on Unsplash
This post is a part of Blogchatter Half Marathon 2025
Part -1
Back to those days of the
early 90s, a man, call him A, rushed to the hospital from his office
when he got the news that his wife was going into labour.
A’s
wife was pregnant with twins. So, the doctor suspected it to be an early
delivery or emergency C-section and asked him to buy some necessary stuff from
the market.
When A returned to
the hospital with all the stuff that he purchased, the doctor informed him that
a woman had just been admitted and needed to go through an emergency C-section.
While his husband was away managing money, A gave away the stuff he had
just bought for his wife's delivery, along with a cash of Rs 800. (Mind the
value of Rs 800 in the early 90s)
A was
blessed with twins with a normal delivery and no complications, while the lady
was blessed with a son, as the doctor informed him.
Part — 2
24.08.2025
I came across chilling
news of a man carrying his dead newborn child in a bag, which is often used to
carry vegetables from the market, and complaining in a police station about the
negligence of doctors.
He reported that the
doctor refused to admit his wife, as he could not pay the entire medical
expense, and they were adamant about not even receiving a fraction of the
medical expense on repeated insistence.
As a result of such
negligence in the emergency, his child died during his wife’s delivery—shame on
such doctors who are devils, not saviours, for such an inhumane act.
Imagine the trauma of
losing a child, and adding to that are the rounds of visiting the police
station and fighting for justice in a country where the entire system of law
and order is a joke!
I narrated the above news
in Part 2 to my father on a call and got to know about the incident in Part 1.
I was so moved to learn that A was my father, as the twins were us, Swati Sarangi and Sweta Sarangi, and
my father selflessly gave someone the biggest gift: the gift of life.
That boy, born on that
day, must be of our age, unaware of this gift of life that he received from a
middle-class man, but with a heart full of compassion and kindness.
For many years of our
lives, we unknowingly received immense care, protection from the Almighty and
could live a peaceful life away from pretense or unnecessary noise.
Maybe it was for this
kindness that my father received a gift of life for himself, having met death
so closely and escaped from it by God’s grace, later in his life.
Maybe we were unaware of
the blessings as gifts that we received as the return gifts for innumerable
instances in our lives, for the kindness that our father showed that day!
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26.08.2025
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