Why I am still a Salesian
By: Cl. Lawrance
The
day wakes you up with the gong; you wonder what’s wrong with the night. When
reality hits you hard with the bright glow of the tube light, you realize
acceptance is the only way out.
Your
body moves, not you and then dressed in white you head to revitalize and
delight in the Lord’s company. The time with the Lord seems life infinity and
the moment you are out noise rules the silent corridors.
No
sooner did you reach to break the fast, you see some already set in motion with
the next schedule. One engaged in dusting the dust and another engrossed in
wiping the tiles.
Hop,
skip, and jump, you are at the mighty entrance of the second home. The next
peak hours you are there and no calamity can stop it. Your head is spinning,
your heart is racing, your ears have turned deaf, your hands have lost
direction, but your eyes are consistently fixed on the clock, hoping that the
professor ends his philosophical talk at the stroke of the bell. Nevertheless,
you realize the break is too small to fix any short circuit in your brain. A
‘Hi-Bye’ and then you are there once again to face the next inquisitor.
“Philosophy
done!” sighs your mind and with the hopes to train your body, you are off to
play games. At first sight, you notice that a war has broken out on the
football field. No excuse at hand to escape the misfortune, you have hesitantly
entered the battlefield expecting to return back with fewer injuries.
With
all plans you enter the study hour, you open the book and then slowly and
eventually there is no distinction between you and the table. A silent nudge
from your companion breaks your oneness with the table and reminds you that
it’s time to give thanks to the Lord for the uncertain yet peaceful day.
And
when you narrate all of this, to your friend on the other side of the fence, he
adds, “It all seems like Holy madness.”
Needless
to say, with a confident smile you will reply, “That is why I’m still a
Salesian.”
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