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Power of non-violence

Mr. Arun Gandhi, grandson of Mahatma Gandhi and founder of the M.K.

Gandhi Institute for Non-violence, in his June 9 lecture at the

University of Puerto Rico , shared the following story as an example of

"non-violence in parenting":

"I was 16 years old and living with my parents at the institute my

grandfather had founded 18 miles outside of Durban , South Africa , in

the middle of the sugar plantations. We were deep in the country and had

no neighbors, so my two sisters and I would always look forward to going

to town to visit friends or go to the movies.

One day, my father asked me to drive him to town for an all-day

conference, and I jumped at the chance. Since I was going to town, my

mother gave me a list of groceries she needed and, since I had all day

in town, my father ask me to take care of several pending chores, such

as getting the car serviced. When I dropped my father off that morning,

he said, ' I will meet you here at 5:00 p.m. , and we will go home

together. '

After hurriedly completing my chores, I went straight to the nearest

movie theatre. I got so engrossed in a John Wayne double-feature that I

forgot the time. It was 5:30 before I remembered. By the time I ran to

the garage and got the car and hurried to where my father was waiting

for me, it was almost 6:00.

He anxiously asked me, ' Why were you late? 'I was so ashamed of telling

him I was watching a John Wayne western movie that I said, '

The car wasn't ready, so I had to wait, not realizing that he had

already called the garage. When he caught me in the lie, he said: '

There's something wrong in the way I brought you up that didn't' give

you the confidence to tell me the truth. In order to figure out where I

went wrong with you, I'm going to walk home 18 miles and think about it.

'

So, dressed in his suit and dress shoes, he began to walk home in the

dark on mostly unpaved, unlit roads. I couldn't leave him, so for

five-and-a-half hours I drove behind him, watching my father go through

this agony for a stupid lie that I uttered. I decided then and there

that I was never going to lie again.

I often think about that episode and wonder, if he had punished me the

way we punish our children, whether I would have learned a lesson at

all. I don't think so. I would have suffered the punishment and gone on

doing the same thing. But this single non-violent action was so powerful

that it is still as if it happened yesterday.

"That is the power of non-violence."

Diary Of a Young Wife

Monday:

Now home from honeymoon and settled in our new home.

It's fun to cook for Tim. Today I made an angel food cake and the recipe said, "beat 12 eggs separately." Well, I didn't have enough bowls to do that, so I had to borrow 12 bowls to beat the eggs in. The cake turned out fine though.

Tuesday:

We wanted a fruit salad for supper. The recipe said, "serve without dressing." So I didn't dress. But Tim happened to bring a friend home for supper that night. They both looked so startled when I served them, I think it was the salad.

Wednesday:

I decided to serve rice and found a recipe which said, "wash thoroughly before steaming the rice." So I heated some water and took a bath before steaming the rice. Sounded kinda silly in the middle of the day. I can't say it improved the rice anyhow.

Thursday:

Today Tim asked for salad again. I tried a new recipe.

It said, prepare ingredients, then toss on a bed of lettuce one hour before serving." I hunted all over the place for a garden and when I got one, I tossed my salad into the bed of lettuce and stood over there for over one hour so the dog would not take it. Tim came over and asked if I felt all right.I wonder why? He must be stressed at work, I'll try to be supportive.

Friday:

Today I found an easy recipe for cookies. It said, "put all ingredients in a bowl and beat it." Beat it I did,to my mum's place. There must have been something wrong with the recipe, because when I came back home again, it looked the same as when I left it.

Saturday:

Tim went shopping today and brought home a chicken. He asked me to dress it for Sunday. I'm sure I don't know how hens dress for Sunday. I never noticed back on the farm, but I found an old doll dress and it's little cute shoes. I thought the hen looked really cute. When Tim saw it, he started counting to ten. Either he was really stressed because of his work, or he wanted the chicken to dance.

When I asked him what was wrong he started crying and shouting out "why me? why me ?"

Hmmm....It must be his job.

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