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Ghandhism-A Must read for parents

Dr. Arun Gandhi, grandson of Mahatma Gandhi and founder of the M.K.Gandhi
Institute for Non-violence, in his June 9 lecture at the University of
Puerto Rico , shared the following story:


I was 16 years old and living with my parents at the institute my
grandfather had founded 18 miles outside of Durban, South Africa, in the
middle of the Sugar plantations. We were deep in the country and
had no neighbours, so my two sisters and I would always look forward to
going to town to visit friends or go to the movies.

One day, my father asked me to drive him to town for an all-day conference,
and I jumped at the chance. Since I was going to town, my mother gave me a
list of groceries she needed and, since I had all day in town, my father
asked me to take care of several pending chores, such
as getting the car serviced. When I dropped my father off that morning, he
said, "I will meet you here at 5:00 p.m., and we will go home together."

After hurriedly completing my chores, I went straight to the nearest movie
theatre. I got so engrossed in a John Wayne double-feature that I forgot
the time. It was 5:30 before I remembered. By the time I ran to the garage
and got the car and hurried to where my father was waiting for me, it was
almost 6:00.

He anxiously asked me, "Why were you late?"

I was so ashamed of telling him I was watching a John Wayne western movie
that I said, "The car wasn't ready, so I had to wait," not realizing that
he had already called the garage.

When he caught me in the lie, he said: "There's something wrong in the way
I brought you up that didn't give you the confidence to tell me the truth.
In order to figure out where I went wrong with you, I'm going
to walk home 18 miles and think about it."

So, dressed in his suit and dress shoes, he began to walk home in the dark
on mostly unpaved, unlit roads.

I couldn't leave him, so for five-and-a-half hours I drove behind him,
watching my father go through this agony for a stupid lie that I uttered. I
decided then and there that I was never going to lie again.

I often think about that episode and wonder, if he had punished me the way
we punish our children, whether I would have learned a lesson at all. I
don't think so. I would have suffered the punishment and gone on doing the
same thing. But this single non-violent action was so powerful that it is
still as if it happened yesterday.

That is the power of non-violence.


 

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