Have you ever said something that changed the life of another person ?
Describe that experience and how you felt.
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Descriptive Essay
My neighbours were an elderly couple. They were very friendly and I addressed them as Grandpa and Grandma.
Grandpa had met with an accident quite a few years ago and had to be confined to bed. He could no longer walk or sit. He was totally bed ridden.
Grandma took good care of him and I sometimes visited him feeding him stories of my school and friends. He called me 'little friend'.
One day, early in the morning, Grandpa's attendant rushed to our house and asked us to accompany her. She said Grandma was not waking up. I accompanied my mother and ran to my neighbours' place.
My mother, who is a doctor, felt Grandma's pulse. Slowly she took me and the attendant aside and said that Grandma had left for God. But we should not tell Grandpa. It would break his weak heart.
The responsibility fell on me to keep the truth from Grandpa. As they took Grandma away, Grandpa asked me where they were taking her. I looked straight into his face and said that Grandma was a little unwell and they were taking her to a hospice for a while. She would return as soon as she was well.
It was a lie but it changed Grandpa's life. If I had told him the truth that day he would not be able to take the truth.
Every day, henceforth, I would visit him and share stories. I pretended I had visited Grandma and cooked up stories of our visit.
Grandpa lived for just one year after Grandma's passing away. But my lie had kept him living with hope. The night he passed away he had taken my hand just before dying ,and said, 'Little friend tell your Grandma I love her dearly',
I still remember his last words. My lie had helped him die peacefully.
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It was in 1987, a widow of a railway employee who died accidentally, who was barely of 33-34 years approached me to open an account. She was not even able to sign her name. Those were manual banking days. I got her account opening form except signature(which she could not sign) and advised her to learn the signature by her next visit, then only I would open her account. In a sheet of paper I wrote her name “Girija" in hindi and asked her to learn to write her name. I opened her account at my risk and confidence on that poor lady. I didn't know why my inner sense told me to do so.
She came within two days promptly learnt to sign, so relieving my tension for pending account opening form. She got some fixed deposits from her husband's settlement funds.
Some days after she, looked terrified, came with an old person. It seemed as if she was trying to convey me some message. I got the chance and learnt that the person accompanied was her father in law(FIL) and he had snatched all her gold and silver jewellery and threatened her to get his name in fixed deposits or else she alongwith her children would be thrown to streets.
She had two young kids of 7(boy) and 11(girl) and she being illiterate, no other source of incime other than her husband's pension and those deposits. How could have I saved her from her FIL.
I asked them to get seated and silently approached branch manager and asked him to get them inside and tackle him by opening FDs in both names but tactfully favouring FIL & Girija “ payable to latter or survivor". The cunning chap was satisfied by getting his name in the first place while we were satisfied to get a poor lady saved from clutches of a butcher.
She remained obliged to me always and after about one year she was before me for a withdrawal of Rs.50000/— .to my utter surprise, for the purpose of engagement of her daughter. Sparing my busy time, I tried to convince her whether she wanted to repeat her past. Her daughter wanted to learn further and family wanted to marry her. May God don't do that, if something happens in her daughter's life also, she would as be worse as her own, so give her some education at least matric, make her self dependent and then think of marriage.
Believe it or not, a lady who was under veils, in the guardianship of eagle-eyed FIL, stood against all the family members to stop her daughter's engagement with an oath to educate her daughter so that she might not see her reflection again in her daughter.
I thanked God to give her so much courage to face the old custom of child marriage when she fought against all odds to save her daughter. She was all in tears and thankfulness for me when she reached the branch for redepositing the withdrawn money.
Even after my retirement, I still remember that lady, her innocence but boldness when the question of safety of her daughter, in all, God enabled me to save a girl child.