By Paulo Coelho
A widow from a poor village in Bengal did not have enough money to pay for her son’s bus fare, and so when the boy started going to school, he would have to walk through the forest all on his own. In order to reassure him, she said:
‘Don’t be afraid of the forest, my son. Ask your God Krishna to go with you. He will hear your prayer.’
The boy followed his mother’s suggestion, and Krishna duly appeared and from then on accompanied him to school every day.
When it was his teacher’s birthday, the boy asked his mother for some money in order to buy him a present.
‘We haven’t any money, son. Ask your brother Krishna to get you a present.’
The following day, the boy explained his problem to Krishna, who gave him a jug of milk.
The boy proudly handed the milk to the teacher, but the other boys’ presents were far superior and the teacher didn’t even notice his.
‘Take that jug of milk to the kitchen,’ said the teacher to an assistant.
The assistant did as he was told. However, when he tried to empty the jug, he found that it immediately filled up again of its own accord. He immediately informed the teacher, who was amazed and asked the boy:
‘Where did you get that jug and how does it manage to stay full all the time?’
‘Krishna, the God of the forest, gave it to me.’
The teacher, the students and the assistant all burst out laughing.
‘There are no gods in the forest, that’s pure superstition,’ said the teacher. ‘If he exists, let’s all go and see him.’
The whole group set off. The boy started calling for Krishna, but he did not appear. The boy made one last desperate appeal.
‘Brother Krishna, my teacher wants to see you. Please show yourself!’
At that moment, a voice emerged from the forest and echoed through the city and was heard by everyone.
‘How can he possibly want to see me, my son? He doesn’t even believe I exist!’
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What really matters is that this boy BELIEVED… and he just knew with all his heart the truth…
It’s amazing to share your belief with the people around you, to give them this special part of your soul, to whisper to them in what way you see the truth…
If you have enough faith and determination, they too will feel that flicker… they will see it through your eyes…
and they will be able hear “the echoing voice of Krishna”
I want to say “THANKS”.
I am from a Hindu origin and have heard this tale many time when I was a kid when I could not valued the real moral of the story, but today when I see it from a totally different perspective I realize what I missed; a tale of never ending faith that a child has and the perspective that we develop as grown up which ironically is considered better of the two.
It is better to be like a kid (full of faith) then an adult like teacher in the story.
Look up…The Milk…He…Way
Kind …regards
Jim Courbis
Like Jesus said: eyes to see and ears to listen! But it’s not because you don’t believe that the miracles will stop to happend, right? ;) Thanks for this message!
Be blessed you, Paulo!
Beijo!
Marta :)
This story is absolutely wonderful. Short and sweet, but straight to the point. Karen is right.. what matters most is that the boy believed.
Thank you. This story made my very small day. You inspire people in ways you really do not know. God bless!
This is the same story my grandmother used to tell us when we were kid. Its such a nice feeling to recall those learnings.
i’ve read and heard this story many a times….but every times it touches the same level. and gives a very nice message.
and what i beleive is u don’t need to sit in front of some idol, or necessarily go to temples or church or mosques……. but if u have faith in the almighty, he is right here with u always.
god bless you.
Bhushan :)