A boy was born to a couple after years of marriage. When the boy was around two years old, one morning the husband saw a medicine bottle open. He was late for work so he asked the wife to cap the bottle and keep it in the cupboard. The wife, preoccupied in the kitchen totally forgot the matter. The boy playfully went to the medicine bottle and fascinated with its colour, drank it all. It happened to be a poisonous medicine meant for adults in small dosages. When the child showed signs of poisoning, the mother took him to the hospital, where he died. The mother was stunned. She was terrified how to face her husband. When the distraught father came to the hospital and saw his dead son, he looked at his wife and uttered just three words.
What were those three words? What will you say if you are the husband?
The husband just said, “I love you.”
The child was dead. He could never be brought back to life. There was no point in finding fault with his wife. The wife had also lost her own child. What she needed at that moment was consolation and sympathy. That was what he gave her.
We spend time asking who is responsible or whom to blame, we miss out the warmth in human relationship to give each other support. If everyone can look at life with this kind of perspective, there would be much fewer problems in this world.
My heart goes out to the people in Israel and Palestine, also to the families of all the MH17 victims.