When moral values are fast eroding, when there is little respect, kindness and gratitude towards fellow beings, and towards nature, an experience I went through the other day has touched my heart.
Sitting in the sun in the balcony of my house, I saw a small, yellow bee fluttering and struggling on the floor, trying hard to get up and fly but failed every time it attempted. I could feel its pain and helplessness and found myself equally helpless. I slid it up on a piece of paper and placed it in a safe corner.
With every heart beat of mine, I could feel the ebbing heart beats of the bee. I wanted to save it somehow. I sprinkled tiny drops of water very gently so as not to damage its fragile wings. And then I moved away from the scene because somehow I did not have the heart to see it struggling and dying.
After sometime, I came out hoping that it would have flown away. But it was still there and looked stable and was still making efforts to fly. After a few minutes, it suddenly flew up and came and sat on my feet.
I squirmed but it did not budge. I had my socks on but still feared that it would sting. But it did not. And then it came up to my hand. I was sure this time I would not escape its sharp, painful sting. I sat motionless and so did the bee. After a few good seconds, it flew away and I heaved a sigh of relief. My eyes were wet and there was a feeling of satisfaction.
This little creature gave me food for thought. A bee's sting is proverbial, but in this case what I got was caressing and not a sting; it was not that it had become impotent to bite but, as I perceived it, it was as if an acknowledgement and display of gratitude.
The moral: A good deed is always rewarded; and even if we mortals fail to recognise it, God is there to see.