A teacher was dying, but still he was cheerful and kind...

A teacher was dying, but still he was cheerful and kind...

A teacher was dying, but still he was cheerful and kind. Students were gathering around his deathbed.
– Ask. While I’m still here, I can help you somehow.

And he was showered with questions… The teacher listened to them and started crying.

– You ruined my feast, dear ones! Now I see that I was a bad mentor… Fine, I will try to fix it in the last minutes of my life.

And he said the following:

– Every morning I would wake up with a smile on my face. 

A teacher was dying, but still he was cheerful and kind...

I would meet the day, as though it was the first and the last day of my life and I would accept everything it offered me with gratitude. I was happy for every meeting with you, as though it was the first and the last meeting, and every time you would open to me as a new world.

 I would pray as though it was my first and last prayer that God will hear from me – it was necessary not to forget anything or anyone. 

I would work with pleasure and to exhaustion, as though I would never have to work again. I would look with a smile of admiration at every creation of God, as though I saw them the first and the last time. I always lived for that one day: I had to live it right, as though it was the only day of my life. 

I longed for the meeting with the Creator so much that I did everything so I would be worthy of meeting Him. Looking back at my Way, I look for mistakes – but I can’t find them.
Now it’s your turn to look.