“Careful!” a man shouted. “A black cow is following you.”
I turned around and saw her—a stray cow standing quietly behind me, her eyes fixed on the food in my hand. I was already close to another cow, whom I fed that piece. But the black cow was desperately hungry. The moment she sensed hope, she came running toward me.
In her hurry, she jumped onto the roadside pavement, slick from the constant winter drizzle. She lost her balance and fell hard. Startled, she tried to rise, but the pavement betrayed her again, and she slipped once more.
My heart clenched. Winter sharpens pain, and I could almost feel the ache in her injured body. Helpless and shaken, I cried out, “Oh Ramji, please help her.”
And then—something changed.
As if my prayer had been heard, she did not rush this time. Slowly, carefully, she gathered herself. With patience and quiet determination, she stood up, placing equal weight on all four legs. She stood—still, steady, alive. Every time you pray, if your prayer is sincere, there will be new feeling and new meaning in it, which will give you fresh courage. - Fyodor Dostoevsky
Tears welled in my eyes. I folded my hands in gratitude. I thanked God for listening, for intervening where I could not. Sometimes prayer is all we have—and it is enough.
When our hands are powerless, our prayers can still reach where we cannot. If we can do nothing else for others, we can always send them love, light, and healing through prayer.
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