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My Grandmother fed animals in India
As well as giving food to beggars
My grandmother was a very devout and loving woman. She was very quiet. She didn’t say much. But her actions spoke louder than words.
She always put her family first. My mother remembers that when she was a little girl, her mother would cook a hot lunch for her children and then walk and take a train to drop if off for them so they could have a healthy meal. It took her over an hour a day to do this.
It wasn’t just her family she cared for, though.
She went to the temple every day. When my mom got older, she started to go with her Mom.
The rituals were simple — lighting incense, ringing a bell, saying a few prayers.
She always took a few chapatis with her.
On her way home she would give these to hungry animals on the street — dogs, cows, goats… whatever she saw.
After dinner, she would take the leftovers out to local beggars. She always cooked extra so she could do this.
She was not a wealthy woman, but she gave what she could afford.
She did all of this without telling anyone. Only her family knew. She did not do it for praise. She did it with love.
She taught me an important lesson.
I am fighting stage IV cancer. If you can help with medical bills, I would really appreciate it. Or if you enjoy my writing and would like to buy me a cup of coffee, that’s great too. Maybe someday I can return the favor.
