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Strength

I never knew what strength was until I reached out to seek help.
I never knew what strength was until I sat with my parents and we finally came to the decision.
The Decision to change my mom's life. To bring her the help she needed.
I never knew what strength was until the nurse that saw me crying as I watched my mom being taken away, hugged me so tightly and told me to, "pray and everything will be okay."
I never knew what strength was until I saw my dad so bravely keep our house running, continue with his temple services, go to work, make sure my brother and I were comfortable and safe, and my mom was being taken care of. He never uttered a complaint, and still showed so much gratitude to God for helping us.
I never knew what strength was until I called Mother Savitri on the phone, and wept and wept as she consoled and through so much experience, realization, and love promised me that our family will come out of this stronger, happier, and healthier.
I never knew what strength was until I mustered the courage to go on with my days, show up to work, be myself, even though my entire being was in a constant state of worry.
I never knew what strength was until I saw my brother work so hard in school because he knew his determination would be so critical to our family's stability.
I never knew what strength was until my dad and I, no matter how busy, tired, sad, or worried we were, showed up every day for visiting hours, so my mom knew she had love and support waiting for her at home.
I never knew what strength was until I had so many close friends and family reach out to support and pray for my mom and our family.
I never knew what strength was until I witnessed the amazing care my mom's facility gave to her, from doctors, to nurses, to other patients and their families.
I never knew what strength was until I had to learn to process my mom's illness and understand that she was still my incredible, magical, intelligent, beautiful, and powerful mother.
I never knew what strength was until the day my mother came home and I silently cried to God, thanking him for bringing her back.
I never knew what strength was until I hid my tears from my mom as I tried to help her heal and then went downstairs praying so intently to our deities to please, please, please, help her.
I never knew what strength was until I broke down hysterically crying to him and he knew exactly what to say to calm me down and show me the greater perspective to our problem.
I never knew what strength was until I experienced the change in energy in my home. The love that was not hidden anymore. The desire to truly become close. To be A Family.
I never knew what strength was until my mom told me she finally did the service she loved to do, and she felt whole and happy again.


I pray that the realizations that came through this new-found Strength guides me through life. Becomes my guru, and I, the humble disciple. Always teaching me that love conquers all. Love for our world, love for our community, love for our friends, love for our significant other, love for our family, love for ourselves, and love for God. And not just saying the world thoughtlessly. Saying it because it is expected, and not soaking in the depth, the realization, the discipline, fortitude, and conviction that wraps so tightly around this four letter word. I pray that Strength, shows me through life that true, pure, untainted, love is a powerful, potent miracle. And I am so blessed, so beautifully blessed, to have an abundance of this miracle in my life. I hope my guru Strength teaches me to cherish this love, soak it in to my capacity, and then give it all to the world around me. Because only through this constant, flowing, energy of love, giving and receiving, will we find our happiness, our purpose, and ultimately achieve the absolute truth.

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