An old man lived alone in Baramati.
He wanted to spade his potato garden,
but it was very hard work.
His only son, who would have helped him,
was in prison. The old man wrote a letter to his son
and mentioned his situation:
Dear Son, I am feeling pretty bad because it looks like
I won't be able to plant my potato garden this year.
I hate to miss doing the garden, because your mother
always loved planting time. I'm just getting too old to be
digging up a garden plot. If you were here, all my troubles
would be over. I know you would dig the plot for me,
if you weren't in prison.
Love, Dad
Shortly, the old man received this telegram:
"For Heaven's sake, Dad, don't dig up the garden!!
That's where I buried the GUNS!!" At 4 a.m.
the next morning, a dozen CBI agents and local
police officers showed up and dug up the entire garden
without finding any guns. Confused, the old man wrote a
nother note to his son telling him what happened,
and asked him what to do next.
His son's reply was:
"Go ahead and plant your potatoes, Dad.
It's the best I could do for you from here."
Moral: No Matter Where You Are In The World,
If You Have Decided To Do Something Deep
From Your Heart You Can Do It.
It Is The Thought That Matters Not
Where You Are Or Where The Person Is.
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