Photo credit, clockwise: Ian Cumming, Reza Webistan, David Sanger, P. Langworth.
"Aren't you ever afraid of dying?" I wept.
His feet, in my hands and anointed with oil; were black and blue from nightly vigils.
[Prayer takes a universal cost, whatever religion or place you may come from. The most sincere come from the elders; the most draining for the sake of the most ungrateful and unaware.]
If I were afraid, he said, I'd spend my life in fear and die. If I weren't, I'd be more relaxed, but the end result still won't change. Makes no difference.
But your feet…why bother doing this to yourself?
Because it's a nice thing to do. And the world lacks none of them.
Prayer?
No, young folks who are willing to massage their elder's feet.
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4 afterthinkers:
I love this! And yes, I have had the chance to massage my parents' feet.
We're so lucky, aren't we? :)
that was very very well written Hning.. my parents aren't very keen on foot massages.. shoulders, yes.. but thankfully my grandmother loves and needs foot massages.. :)
Man, you're so sweet.
I envy the sons and brothers in my family because they are endowed with more strength. You can massage for longer periods, you can carry the elders in your arms, and when the time comes, you it will be your hands that will touch them last in their open graves.
I envy you.
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