While cleaning my new car, my six-year-old son was writing something on the car with metal.
It was my first car so I couldn’t control my anger and hit my son’s hand while he was writing. I didn’t notice in anger that the one I hit was an iron pipe!
My little boy was sleeping in the hospital bed and I was sitting next to him crying. Four of his fingers were broken by the iron blow. It will never be right again in his whole life.
My tears fell on his cheeks and he woke up. Looking at the bandaged hand he says to me ‘Sorry Dad, I won’t write on the car anymore. Can I get my fingers back, Dad? ‘
Back home, I destroyed my whole car.
Then I got tired and sat down. My eyes fell on the boy’s writing on the car – ‘Love u Dad’!..
The next morning that unfortunate father was no more.
He committed suicide with great difficulty.
A note lay beside his frozen body.
‘Anger & love have no limits. The choice is yours! ‘
# The moment You loose your temper, you loose something precious.
It’s a metaphorical story collected from an old myth and converted to new version.
Compassion, Empathy & love is much needed and can change everything. Love people and show empathy to refugees and asylum seekers and everyone. MDD. (Collected and translated)