Affected, by her own mother’s way of life, the stories of the positive attitudes she’d shared with her, translated…
Thumbing across the article, “No Need to Force Life”, I’d recalled that I’d gone through something similar before, a hospitalization for a surgery took half-a-month away from my life, it’d, made me, a single mother, even more distressed, not only was I making my eighty-year-old mother shoulder up the responsibilities of looking after me, my last year high school student was locked up, inside the high pressure cooker of her school work and household chores, and I’d, become, deadlocked, between the fears of death, and how much I’d, imposed on my own loved ones, I couldn’t, wake myself up from it.
like this??? Photo from online…
My days of healing were so slow, my mother pulled me to steady me, to use that walker to get out of the house. She, who’s very strong, always greeted those she met with her smiles, and, she’d recounted the people we’d, bumped into, “The elderly whom we just passed by was in his eighties, his wife died, he’s ill too, he’d still planted his vegetables with gladness. That woman was only in her thirties, I’d heard she was diagnosed with breast cancer for a long time. There was also the elderly woman who’d given me the okras, she just was diagnosed with cervical cancer not long ago, she’s still, very active, we must be more optimistic, so we can, become healthier!”
I’d nodded, and, felt in awe of my own mother, she’d moved into my house not long ago, and, she’d not only established rapport with the neighbors, they’d even started, pouring their hearts out to her too, and, she’d learned of where the fields of the landlord were, and persuaded him to rent her a small patch to plant on, in a few short days, she’d set up the racks, and she’d even known where to buy the organic fertilizers too.
everybody gets positive! Photo from online…
In just a few short weeks, her garden became the most flourishing of the patch, and those who’d eaten her homegrown vegetables had nothing but great things to say. She was proud too, “Those people didn’t even know how to dig up the holes to plant the vegetables, and came to ask me about how it’s done!”, I’m truly grateful, for my mother, swallowing the worries over my illness, and embraced me with her love of life, to help me transfer the negative energies from my illness to something positive. This, surely, isn’t anything that books can teach me.
So, this elderly woman’s positive attitude WAS contagious to her own daughter, she’d shared the stories from her interactions with people in the neighborhoods, to help her daughter realize, that there are still, better things in life she can, look forward to.
Life, the Obstacle Course 