Minus plus Minus is equal to PLUS

While traveling to my office, one day, a view out on road made me smile, a thought clicked and I remembered my primary math classes, minus plus minus is equal to plus, wonder today, it applies to our acceptance to life and living, minus denoting negativity and plus positivity around us. Looking at a female labourer from rural who must have had a terrible bash with fire as her burnt hands and fire scars on face showed, was otherwise sharp featured and must had been beautiful looking, she had a peculiar glare in her eyes, her will to survive and her ambitious which against all odds kept her on move in life. At first sight I felt bad for her, the agony of her burnt hands and face made my mind chisel parallel thoughts, one, she is on move and two it inspired me to keep fighting against all odd adventures
True, think positive and stay positive is correct approach world acclaimed, but I dare to make a statement, though personal but I think it applies, even looking and facing at agonies, sufferings and dearth around us can make you feel positive, how, it works like an old saying 'poison for poison', in medicine, poison it self is used to make antidote for poisonous bites. One, you see suffering around you and feel relived that your suffering is lesser then the mess around you, two it boosts your morale and pumps the will to keep fighting and brings smile with the feeling that you can do it too, positive approach is born.
It reminds me of my childhood memories my mother's bedtime stories, for which I remember, once she said, that on road, the person traveling on cycle looks, admires and wish for scooter, while, one on scooter looks at person traveling on car, and one in car for a better car running past him, no one snaps, and think about a person, on road side crippled by legs merely dragging himself on road.
There is no end to feelings, no end to earthly collections, no end to being materialistic, but there is end to our sufferings, once we are contend and positive, understand that our problems are nothing compare to problems around us, one gets charged up, plus happens.
You think about it, may be you get infected by my thought, if yes, let this virus spread, it wont make any harm!

'Sarathee' - the pilot

I was afraid, feeling helpless, facing my mind throwing volley of questions with ifs and buts, thinking, how things will turn out that day and I received a nice email, it was by chance, that, I came across this content, and had my heart burst with joy, the very next moment fear was gone.....
I cannot resist publishing it, with all my due regards and claim to its original author whom I don't know, but who surely think alike me or I think alike .......

He had been on a long flight..

The first warning of the approaching problems came when the sign on the airplane flashed on:

"Fasten your seat belts."

Then, after a while, a calm voice said, "We shall not be serving the beverages at this time as we are expecting a little turbulence. Please be sure your seat belt is fastened.."

As he looked around the aircraft, it became obvious that many of the passengers were becoming apprehensive. Later, the voice of the announcer said, "We are so sorry that we are unable to serve the meal at this time..

The turbulence is still ahead of us."

And then the storm broke. The ominous cracks of thunder could be heard even above the roar of the engines. Lightening lit up the darkening skies, and within moments that great plane was like a cork tossed around on a celestial ocean. One moment the airplane was lifted on terrific currents of air; the next, it dropped as if it were about to crash.

The man confessed that he shared the discomfort and fear of those around him. He said, "As I looked around the plane, I could see that nearly all the passengers were upset and alarmed. Some were praying.

The future seemed ominous and many were wondering if they would make it through the storm. And then, I suddenly saw a girl to whom the storm meant nothing. She had tucked her feet beneath her as she sat on her seat and was reading a book.

Everything within her small world was calm and orderly. Sometimes she closed her eyes, then she would read again; then she would straighten her legs, but worry and fear were not in her world. When the plane was being buffeted by the terrible storm, when it lurched this way and that, as it rose and fell with frightening severity, when all the adults were scared half to death, that marvelous child was completely composed and unafraid."

The man could hardly believe his eyes. It was not surprising therefore, that when the plane finally reached its destination and all the passengers were hurrying to disembark, he lingered to speak to the girl whom he had watched for such a long time.

Having commented about the storm and behavior of the plane, he asked why she had not been afraid.

The sweet child replied,

"Sir, my Dad is the pilot, And he is taking me home."

(Like this little girl, let us believe, that god is our pilot and shall carry us safely, have strong trust in him, no matter what comes, he will ride us through it)