Karma always knocks at the known door. “Our own deeds are responsible for the pleasure and pain we come across in our lives!”I observed many times people cribbing on their fate, cursing others for their bad situation. It is a human tendency to blame others for the problems. At some difficult hours I try to figure out the reason of my sufferings, and came up with the three possible answers:

1) God love to bother human and let things happens the way they are!
2) Things are happening completely by random chance without any rhyme or reason behind them.
3) Perhaps I had a hand in my own sufferings even I wasn't able to recall what I had done.

I didn't like option one because I have already been reading religious texts from childhood and can conclude very well that God can never be cruel, for those who do not believe in God will also be agreeing that option one cannot be counted. I cannot accept the second option as well that things were happening randomly. I always felt that there had to be some kind of order in the universe. Finally I remained with the third option. To satisfy my quest I went on reading more and more relevant books where I came across a beautiful story which portrays that “Karma never forget the address”. It was a story of a poor Scottish farmer, whose name was Fleming. One day, while trying to make a living for his family he had a cry for help coming from a nearby bog. He rushed towards the bog. There, to his horror found a young boy mired up to waist into muck. He was crying for help! .Farmer Fleming saved the lad from dying that bad death. The next day, into a fancy carriage came an elegantly dressed nobleman. He stepped out and introduces himself as the father of the boy being saved by the farmer. “I want to repay you,” said the noble man. No I can't accept payment for what I did the Scottish farmer replied, waiving off the offer .At that moment, the farmer’s own son came to the door of the family hovel. “Is this your son?” The noble man asked. “Yes” the farmer replied proudly. “I'll make you a deal. Let me take him and give him a good education, if the lad is anything like his father, will grow to be a man you can be proud of!” The nobleman did what he promised! In time, farmer Fleming’s son graduated from St. Mary's Hospital Medical School in London. He contributed his bit to humanity by discovering "Penicillin", and came to known as Sir Alexander Fleming! Years afterward, the Nobel man’s son was stricken with pneumonia. What saved him? Penicillin. The noble man's name? Randolph Churchill. His son's name? Sir Winston Churchill. Doing good is a simple and universal vision which every Sunrise provides us........... Let’s arise and brighten!

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