Of god and men

The fact is remarkable, that no matter how highly educated a person is, it does not determine the legitimacy of his actions nor his words.

I believe that when one is bruised physically, he will begin thinking about his past actions and feel remorseful. Only when he is bound by his dependence on other people; the mother, the daughter, the nurse; will he start to look back and realizes his mistakes. Some of you might not agree with me, but I derived the thought when my grandpa was critically ill last month. He was breathless as he suffered from what the doctors called chronic bronchitis. At some point he could not even lift his arm, what more to sit up and walk. Everyone was worried and kept asking him to pray for himself. He was not a religious man, as far as I know. Yet after awhile, I often saw him move his four fingers in a rhythmic motion, which I later found out it meant, ‘god, please help me.’ That was the first time I see him having faith in god,on the white hospital bed.

Since then I wondered, he had lost touch with the very earth under his feet, what could he know of the heavens above?

His action created a general and lively alarm. While everyone was awfully worried with his conditions, they were happy when he finally acknowledged the existence of god; as though afraid that god will not recognize him when he passes on to another dimension. I observe the gradual change in him as he heals with the passage of time. At the far end of the bed, I could see the many wrinkles on his temple, which reminds me he will turn 88 in no time. It is a nice figure you say, but not much left; considering when we only have a hundred years to live.

Make that if, not when.

As I observe him curiously I find that his dark eyes are profound and expressive, and now more interesting by their touching retreat-ness. Lately he has regain strength to speak and move a little, enjoying all of his time watching the television, reading every inch of the daily paper, savor his mouth watering meals and sleep comfortably on his bed, which again left me thinking; does he still remember god now?

I would most probably like to know but I guess I do not have the right to; neither the courage nor the courtesy to ask. I guess I only have my instincts to assume and my hopes to reconcile those assumptions.

Once a friend told me, men would squander and would not restrain until their lives and reputations were left in ruins, then pick themselves up and do it all over again. The mistakes they made were eternal, yet somehow the lessons were never learned.

What do you think?