The Cure of Love

This is a story of a miracle of love.
A beggar in ragged clothes was laying on a payment
of a dusty street road. Middle-aged he seemed dissolute and helpless.
His eyes kept watching on passers by
for any help but no one even cared to look at him.

He was ill and so weak even to stretch out a hand to beg.
Add to the insult he was starving for he hasn’t eaten for several days.
So desperate he murmured painfully and said.
‘What is the use of this living. O! Death take me away from this unkind world’
Then he heard soft foot steps of someone approaching him

Opening eyes he saw a young lady with a grace of a goddess
standing in front of him. She asked ‘Are you ill, father’
The voice was so sweet, so kind.

She gracefully bent down over him and laid her hand
on his forehead and exclaimed ‘O dear!High fever’
No one had spoken to him with such kindness.,
No one had touched him with such a tender hand.
He said ‘Yes, my daughter,I am sick and let me die.’
She said ‘Oh! No. Please wait a minute’ and went away.

After a few minute a car arrived and she got out of it with a young man.
She pleaded the young man,“Priyantha, Let us help his man.
He is sick to the bone
Let us take him to hospital’
Both of them carried him into the car.

On the way he uttered in hunger " For days I didn’t eat anything’
The car stopped in front of a way side hotel.
She went out and brought a glass of soup and a pizza.’.

He swallowed them as if he has never seem such delicious food.
She asked ‘ What else do you want to eat’ he said: 'Enough! Thank God!'
While driving she said to the young man ‘Priyantha, he looks like my father. Isn’t he’?
Priyantha joked ‘I know, for you , every one on the roads looks like your father, mother, sister or brother’
They laughed heartily and the man in the back seat also could not help but join the laughter''

They admitted the sick man to the hospital and accompanied him to the bed in the ward
When he lay comfortably she touched his forehead again and said softly
'You will be O.K very soon.
'You will be care of. Don’t worry'

On the departure biding good bye she kept an folded envelop on his palm .
When they left the ward he slowly opened the envelop
and found a one thousand rupee note.

Never he has had such on in his hand.
He cried and shedding tears.
He couldn’t believe that there was such love,
warmth and kindness on earth.
He sobbed and sobbed. .

The love was healing his the suffering and hurt as an divine elixir.
He heart began to throb with new life.
He was coming back to life.

He said to himself: ‘Living is beautiful’.
Never had he felt that way.
With overflowing joy he opened his eyes and looked around.
He saw the patients lying around in him

He felt compassion for them.
It was also for the first time in life.

A soothing sleep came over him as a caring angel from heaven.
Even in sleep he felt that joy was throbbing deep within
On the following day being awake he found a new life
as fresh as blooming rose in a morning.
Happiness has come back to him.

Upon complete recovery and stepped out of the hospital.
Thereafter he was never found again begging on the street.

This is a story of a miracle of love.