“You’re locked in a room with your greatest fear. Describe what’s in the room.”
Hotmail In Box: No new mail. I might as well read all the letters then.
Vanakkham – Greetings to you. Mentally, I am in good health and my well-being is calm. I like praying and I dislike quarrelling. I receive so many suggestions and ideas about to live like a guide to others and how can I live without giving any difficulties to other and how can I be of help. I shared everything to my friends.
With God’s grace and your love I am living peacefully. I will remember you in my daily prayers. Since I can’t write this letter, our field worker has written this letter for me.
Yours lovingly, signed with a thumb print
These are bits and pieces of the letters I received from PMB1245 Child ID. My foster child’s name is Kulandai Samy. He is much too old for a foster child, older than me. He is blind. And I am speaking on behalf of Samy.
I’ve never read a single word of fear from a blind person. He cannot describe what’s in the room for that matter. Samy, has given me so much joy since 2009. Twice a year, I received a letter and annually a Christmas card enclosed a photo of him. He does look so peaceful.
I received a call from the agency that Samy died of a heart attack last week, beginning of January 2013. Now, he is forever peaceful, united with God.
Kulandai Samy, where ever you are, I thank you for coming into my life. I’ll be seeing you in the next life.
*One Minute Meditation*Our minds are like crows. They pick up everything that glitters, no
matter how uncomfortable our nests get with all that metal in them.
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