Inspiring Stories of Gandhi From Gandhi's Life Story of My Experiments with Truth




GANDHIJI WAS A FIRST CLASS NURSE TO YHE SICK . WHERE HE PICKED UP NURSING WAS A MYSTERY . HE CERTAINLY DID NOT PASS THROUGH A NURSING SCHOOL . AS IN MANY OTHER THINGS , WHEN  NURSING BECAME NECESSARY TO HIM IN LIFE , HE LEARNED IT THROUGH THE HARD WAY OF EXPERIENCE . 

In the asharam at Sabarmati , all sick persons come directly under his eye and care . 
Doctors were, of course , consulted ; but the care of the sick , Gandhiji arranged in person . it was a joke  , especially among young people in the ashram that if you wanted to see Gandhiji everyday and talk to him and hear him crack jokes , you had only to be ill and get into bed !for Gandhiji visited the sick everyday  , spent a few minutes at every bed side , himself saw to things carefully and never failed to crack a joke or two with the patient . there was no day to busy for Gandhiji  to attend sick person

There was once a young lad who went down with dysentery. He had done his best to accustom himself to Ashram  food . but failed He had a great liking for coffee . But in the Ashram , there was no coffee for him nor was coffee allowed . in good time, he got rid of his dysentery.and was now recovering . Gandhiji visited him for a few minutes every day during his usual rounds Those few minutes was a tonic for the young lad .

He pined for a cup of good coffee . One day , he was lying on his back dreaming of it when he heard the welcome sound of the wooden sandals of Gandhiji. A minute later , Gandhiji entered with his never failing smile and cheering words /
He looked at the lad and said  ; ‘Now you are decidedly better. You must have recovered your appetite. What would you like to eat?AH! some good , uppuma or thosai?’

Gandhiji evidently knew all about the Lad ‘s  partiality  for these two good old south Indian dishes . Gandhiji was lauhing . the youngster had a sudden brainwave .

“could I have a cup of coffee , please” he blurted out .
Gandhiji answered with a peal of laughter , ‘OH, you old sinner , that is what you want’   And  seeing the look on the lad’s face, he added ,  ‘you certainly shall have your cup of coffee. . Yes , light coffee will soothe your stomach . And what  will you have with the coffee? I don’t think , we can make uppuma or Thosai , but warm toast would go well  with coffee . I shall send you a tray .”

With that , and a kind parting word , Gandhiji left the room . The lad lay waiting he could not believe his good luck . Coffee in Sabarmati Asharam!and gandhiji himself offering  to send it in to him!

Gandhiji ‘s cottage was at the  other end of the Ashram, a good way across the road The lad  could well imagine what would happen Gandhiji would go to Kasturba in her kitchen and ask for coffee and toast . But it was an untimely hour . the kitchen was would be closed . Ba herself would be taking rest  . Had he caused  Gandhiji  too much botheration? Some twenty minutes passed . Hark !what was that sound ?The click- click of Gandhiji ‘s wooden sandals again . Had the coffee been called off ?His heart sank within him . But there was Gandhiji  carrying a tray  covered with a white Khadi  napkin . The lad was dazed . What had really happened ?

Gandhiji was speaking .  “Now , here is your coffee and toast. And mind you, I made the coffee myself . Now , like a good south Indian , will you certify I can make good coffee? “
‘But “  , whispered  the lad , ‘ why did you not ask to someone else to bring this for me? I am very sorry  I put you to this trouble .’

‘Now, now’ , said Gandhiji , do not ruin your coffee . Cold coffee is bad coffee You see Ba  was resting and I did not dare to disturb her.’ And then he said  suddenly “Well , I shall leave you now . Someone  will come for the tray.”With that off he went

The coffee was light , but excellent the lad sipped as if it were  nectar . but he was troubled . his mind ‘s eye saw Gandhiji opening the kitchen , lighting the stove  making the coffee and toast and carrying it to him , all in order  not to disturb others at that  untimely hour. He was overwhelmed

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