As part of my pastoral work, yesterday I went to the house of Mother Teresa. My work was very simple. I was helping the sisters to distribute food. While distributing food, I tried to talk and crack some jokes. At one point I noticed someone caught my hand. I looked at him. He was trying to tell me something. But he was unable. With the help of his hands he asked me to get a banana. I went to the store-room and got a banana for him. I could see the joy on his face when I handed over the banana. Then I moved to the next person.
At the end of the meal, I was cleaning plates. Again I noticed some one touched me. I turned my head and saw the same person. This time he was not asking anything. With a broad smile he was trying to say ‘thank you.’ I looked at him again. His innocent smile touched me. It was something very precious. His smile spoke to me a lot. Then he left me. But his smile remains with him…
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