This small, ordinary, true story happened on an ordinary day.

Today, when the world is unpredictable, when one country attacks and kills citizens of another country and occupies the territory of another country, when the president of one country says that he wants to annex the territory of another country for his country, today, when some people can be manipulated by different methods, today, when artificial intelligence can be used to write articles, topics, etc., nothing surprises people, especially this small, ordinary story, which someone else may have heard or is directly aware of.

In one city, one day, when I was in a very good mood, I decided to buy honey in a store in the courtyard of a temple of a religious organization. In order not to embarrass anyone, I will not name the religious organization. But this probably sounds like a joke from Soviet times - I will not name him, but he is the chairman of our collective farm.....

In good weather, I do not drive a car, I try to walk. People who meet me on the road ask me: why are you walking, why not by car? I tell them, I am fighting the Russian economy, I do not spend fuel, therefore, Russia cannot sell fuel, has no income, cannot use funds for war, and if we spend less fuel, it will cause less damage to the environment, in fact, I care about the family budget, and walks are also good for my health.

For some reason that day I wanted to go by car. I parked the car near the temple. When I got out of the car, I saw an elderly grandmother, dressed in black, in whom I recognized my late mother and grandmother. Suddenly my heart was breaking, my conscience tormented me, when my mother and grandmother were alive, I did not often read them, but life is short, while people are alive, you need to read them, say warm words to them.

In front of the courtyard of the temple, there were probably newlyweds and their relatives, including a photographer whom I had not seen for a long time. What could be better than being in your own city, walking down the street, greeting your friends, reading them and experiencing some pleasure. I went into the store, told the candlestick and the honey seller that I wanted to buy honey, at that time a familiar photographer came in from the street, of course I pointed with my hand and gave him my seat, he said to the candlestick - I want to bless something, - the candlestick said to the photographer in a stern tone, - where is he the groom's best man, he doesn't know that the marriage ritual doesn't cost 25 lari, call him, the groom should come here, the photographer blushed, he said nothing, he asked again about the blessing of the thing, the candlestick told him in a stern tone, bring the thing, they will bless it and take it, the photographer left, I bought honey, because the price of honey was less than I expected, Leaving the yard, I gave paper money to the poor man sitting next to me and I touched his shoulder with respect and some kind of warmth to express. For some reason, I have a habit of giving a small amount of money to someone who asks for money, not because someone in the next world will do me some favor or I will cleanse my karma, but because I get some pleasure after that.… In short, you need to help a person with something, so that this person is pleased, and you are also pleased and happy. I have a habit, if a person does something bad to me, I pray for this person, and if I have an opportunity to repay him with kindness, I do a good deed for him, I get pleasure from it, in short, if you want success in life and if someone did something bad to you, bless, sympathize and try to do good to them, then success will come by itself. Believe me, I have tried this on myself many times.

Let's get back to the main story, I went to my car and saw an old granny, dressed in black, whom I compared to my mother and grandmother. For some reason I told my grandmother I will take you by car, my grandmother answered me, no, I live far away, I can’t bother you, I repeated what I said and opened the car door. My grandmother got into the car.

Once in the 90s, during the civil war, when cars and public transport did not move, a stranger took me. Then 25-30 years later I saw this man, he was probably waiting for public transport, I stopped the car, said I will take you where you say, when he got into the car, I reminded him 25-30 years ago you stopped the car for me and took me, it seemed to him I liked it, I also took him to the appointed place. In short, I want to say that the kindness has not disappeared, maybe in 25-30 years the good done to him has returned. When I started the car, there was silence for a while, after a while the grandmother opened up, as if taking out all her pain, and said, I had a 54-year-old son, I don’t know why he committed suicide, I’m going to the temple, the priest told me that the one who committed suicide, It is impossible to perform a religious ritual on him, what can I do, I don’t know, at that time some force came to me and I said, God loves everyone, including your son, If God pardoned a bandit and a woman of bad behavior, he will forgive your son too, he is now with God, you go to the temple, the main thing is that God loves everyone, your son too, God will forgive your son, I am sure. Whatever the priest wanted to say, these are their rules here. My grandmother gave me a specific case when after a suicide a priest performed a religious ritual, I also decorated the priest's action in my own way, it is probably allowed for health reasons, if a person committed suicide and everyone who commits suicide commits his life because of his health, your son also did it because of his health, psychological state, but most importantly, God loves everyone, including your son, so God will have mercy on your son. Do you have grandchildren, I asked my grandmother, yes, I have three grandchildren, all three are successful, my grandmother answered. To create a positive mood, I said - it's good that the children are healthy and successful. .... At the destination, my grandmother thanked me and apologized for disturbing me, I say - Grandmother, If you were my mother and grandmother, I would have to take you by car. I did not tell my grandmother that my mother and grandmother had already died. When I was returning from my grandmother, I felt something strange, I thanked God in my heart for everything.

A few days later I saw the old woman again, dressed in black, in the same place, But as if I did not know the grandmother, I passed her and got into my car.

 

Berdia Buskandze.

01/31/2025.