Teacher Never Dies without giving Some Lesson
Teacher was dying, but still he was cheerful and kind. Students were gathering around his deathbed.
– Ask. While I’m still here, I can help you somehow.
And he was showered with questions… The teacher listened to them and started crying.
– You ruined my feast, dear ones! Now I see that I was a bad mentor… Fine, I will try to fix it in the last minutes of my life.
And he said the following:
– Every morning I would wake up with a smile on my face.
I would meet the day, as though it was the first and the last day of my life and I would accept everything it offered me with gratitude.
I would be happy for every meeting with you, as though it was the first and the last meeting, and every time you would open to me as a new world.
I would pray as though it was my first and last prayer that God will hear from me – it was necessary not to forget anything or anyone.
I would work with pleasure and to exhaustion, as though I would never have to work again.
I would look with a smile of admiration at every creation of God, as though I saw them the first and the last time.
I would always live for that one day: I would live it right, as though it was the only day of my life.
I would wait for the meeting with the Creator so much that I did everything so I would be worthy of meeting Him.
Looking back at my Way, I would look for mistakes – but I could not find them.
Now it’s your turn to look. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
