Sai Sister Meera ji has shared many experiences on this blessed blog and today also she wishes to share one more experience. Please read on.
Sai Sister Meera ji from USA says: Dear Hetal ji, Thanks for posting various experiences of several devotees. Reading them inspires us to think of many such blessing in our lives that make us realize blessings from BABA showered on us even we were not aware at that time. Pranaams BABA. I would appreciate if you post these experiences happened in my life.
An experience happened long time back at my Auntie’s. When I recollect the details, I really feel that BABA is for everybody taking care of HIS children. This happened when I was 13-14 years of age. My cousin was 7-8 years at the most. My auntie was a teacher in the same school where my cousin was studying. Both of them used to walk down up to the school by the back road to Vidyavihar station from Chembur. I don’t know, they used a train from Vidyavihar or walked down straight to the school. Their residence was almost 30-50 minutes walking distance away from Chembur station that I know for sure.
Anyways, once they were little late and auntie was walking faster in order to make for the late start from home and her son as a typical boy kept trailing behind her no matter how many times she asked him to walk faster. In her haste to reach to school on time, her mind was set on making up by walking faster. Suddenly she realized that she does not even hear the footsteps of her son. So she screamed at him and in a little scolding tone she almost ordered him to walk ahead of her. No response. She looked back and she did not find him anywhere. She got scared. Where he might be? There is a small walkway along the ditch and there is no other way he can go. And she noticed a head popping up from the muddy waters of that ditch was her son’s. Now what to do? There was nobody, not a soul in that vicinity. How she can get him out of that little deep ditch. She was breathless and scared to death.
Suddenly a begger like person showed up out of nowhere. In a split second, he jumped in to the waters, dived, swam up to the boy and brought him back on the shore. That was very long 15 minutes for my auntie. Once the boy was on the shore, she tried to make him talk and got busy cleaning him and tried whatever she knew to bring out water that might have gone into his nose and throat. Suddenly she sensed that in haste to care for her son, she had not even thanked that Good Samaritan. To her surprise there was nobody there. The wild open space showed no trace of any person. Who that beggar looking person was. Was it some God sent angel or BABA himself?
Since that day onwards, the boy started a problem of stammering and it took years to get over that problem. But the boy was saved miraculously, that was for sure. My own son saved from such a deadliest calamity.
We came to USA in June, 1992 on Green card visa. My son could not go with us, because he was above 21 by time we got our visa approved. He was living by himself in our apartment at Ahmadabad. It was the month of December. He was driving a motorcycle visiting his friend and he had a co-worker girl on the back seat of his vehicle. You know how kids go crazy for the kite season for Uttarayan, i.e 14th January. While driving through the back roads in a subdivision, he suddenly placed his palm across his neck. I don’t know what reflex action made him do so, but it was a kite thread across the road from a branch of a tree to the electric pole which was passing diagonally just at the height where it might have cut his throat. Well, his last finger had a deep cut and was bleeding profusely. His neck also had a cut and was bleeding from there too. Both the riders got scared and tried to find a doctor if he is living in that subdivision. Oh yes, they saw one sign board Doctor. They entered the gate and rang the bell, door opened by the owner himself. Seeing so much blood he himself almost got fainted. Up on asking he said yes, he is the Doctor, but not the medical doctor, he is a Ph.D. He offered a cup of coffee as a gesture of hospitality and helped them find a doctor allowing them to use his phone. The doctor was found but looking at the deep cut the doctor advised my son to go to the hospital Emergency Room. Over there, while admitting my son, they found out that my son had a cup of coffee half an hour ago, though he had not eaten any food for the whole day, he could not be operated and will have to wait for at least 12 hours to perform a surgery. The tendon of his last finger was cut, and was pulled back making his finger immobile. It must have to be pulled up making a cut on his palm to stretch it out. Well, he and his friend both were at that hospital room over night. My son could not sleep at all due to excruciating pain.
When I think of what might have gone wrong, my head bows to BABA, taking care of my son the BEST in that given situation. He was living by himself when we were gone to USA. He had somebody caring for him with him at the time of this mishap. He was guided to place his palm to protect his neck while riding that motorcycle, sensing the thread’s danger. What if he had not noticed that thread? Even with his blocking the thread, his neck got a cut, and that skin around that cut is sensitive to touch even now after almost 20 years.
He did get operated the next day and was released to go home. But he had to visit the outpatient department for dressing. To his hard luck, the communal riots flared up just the very next day in Ahmadabad. There was curfew for several days where he could not go for dressing of his operated finger. Due to that his finger got healed the way it was bandaged and it is still bent on the second joint of his little finger reminding him even today what a grave situation he had gone through.
I might have lost my son if BABA had not taken care of him. Pranaams BABA taking care of my family always.
Thanks and regards,
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