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Are we willing to sacrifice something so dear to us....so other may live happily...

My wife called, 'How long will you be with that newspaper? Will you
come here and make your darling daughter eat her food?
I tossed the paper away and rushed to the scene. My only daughter,
Jane, looked frightened; tears were welling up in her eyes. In front of
her was a bowl filled to its brim with boiled vegetables. Jane is a nice child,
quite intelligent for her age.

I cleared my throat and picked up the bowl. 'Jane, darling, why don't
you take a few mouthful of this boiled vegetables? Just for Dad's sake, dear'.
Jane softened a bit and wiped her tears with the back of her hands.
'Ok, Dad. I will eat - not just a few mouthfuls, but the whole lot of this.
But, you should...' Jane hesitated. 'Dad, if I eat this entire boiled vegetables,
will you give me whatever I ask for?'

'Promise'. I covered the pink soft hand extended by my daughter with
mine, and clinched the deal. Now I became a bit anxious. 'Jane, dear,
you shouldn't insist on getting a computer or any such expensive items.
Dad does not have that kind of money right now. Ok?'

'No, Dad. I do not want anything expensive'. Slowly and painfully, she
finished eating the whole quantity. I was silently angry with my wife and
my mother for forcing my child to eat something that she detested.
After the ordeal was through, Jane came to me with her eyes wide with
expectation. All our attention was on her.

'Dad, I want to have my head shaved off, this Sunday!' was her demand.
'Atrocious!' shouted my wife, 'A girl child having her head shaved off?
Impossible!'

'Jane, darling, why don't you ask for something else? We will be sad
seeing you with a clean-shaven head.'
'Please, Jane, why don't you try to understand our feelings?' I tried
to plead with her.

'Dad, you saw how difficult it was for me to eat that Boiled vegetables'.
Jane was in tears. 'And you promised to grant me whatever I ask for.
Now, you are going back on your words. Was it not you who told me the story
and its moral that we should honor our promises no
matter what?'

It was time for me to call the shots. 'Our promise must be kept.'
'Are you out of your mind?' chorused my wife.
'No. If we go back on our promises, she will never learn to honor her
own. Jane, your wish will be fulfilled.'

With her head clean-shaven, Jane had a round-face, and her eyes
looked big and beautiful.

On Monday morning, I dropped her at her school. It was a sight to
watch my hairless Jane walking towards her classroom. She turned around
and waved. I waved back with a smile. Just then, a boy alighted from a car,
and shouted, 'Jane, please wait for me!' What struck me was the
hairless head of that boy. 'May be, that is the in-stuff', I thought.
'Sir, your daughter Jane is great indeed!' Without introducing herself,
a lady got out of the car, and continued, 'that boy who is walking
along with your daughter is my son David. He is suffering from...
leukemia'. She paused to muffle her sobs. 'David could not attend the
school for the whole of the last month. He lost all his hair due to the
side effects of the chemotherapy. He refused to come back to school fearing
the unintentional but cruel teasing of the schoolmates. Jane visited him last
week, and promised him that she will take care of the teasing issue. But, I never imagined she would sacrifice her lovely hair for the sake of my son!

Sir, you and your wife are blessed to have such a noble soul as
your daughter.'

I stood transfixed and then, I wept. 'My little Angel, you are teaching me
how selfless real love is!'

The happiest people on this planet are not those who live on their own
terms but are those who change their terms for the ones whom they love !!*
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