A Sponsor from a wayside foodshop

Usha is serving the food of goodness baked in the pan of her pains

There is a glint of determination in Usha’s eyes when she is doing her back-breaking and soul- destroying chores in the kitchen of a wayside restaurant. Not because of the desire for an early finish to go home and take rest but to buttress the dream of a child elsewhere sitting in a classroom and thinking big about its future. So the meagre wage of 200 she earns from her job every day at this hotel at Chala in Trivandrum doesn’t discourage her from sowing into a noble cause of supporting the education a poor child- a child she has never seen, a child she hasn’t given birth to. She has always lived the hard way. A few years ago, her husband killed himself leaving two young daughters solely under her care. She was unfazed and looked hardship in the eye and slogged from dawn to dusk to bring up her daughters. However, now she is slogging for a different cause. From the trivial amount she gets from the restaurant, she is supporting the education of a poor child.

She came to the Heavenly Feast for the first time to pray for the healing of her grandson who had been suffering from a serious disease in spite of many years’ treatment. When she heard about the child sponsorship programme, she decided to take over a child that day itself. Miraculously, her grandson who had been admitted in the hospital was healed and was discharged the next day. In spite of suffering from many diseases including diabetes she never went to a physician nor spent money on medicines so that her support to the child wouldn’t be affected. Though she doesn’t have a house of her own and living in a small cramped rented house, she says, happily and contentedly, that she wants to sponsor one more child. Isn’t she touching our conscience as well?