In our distant India they tell a tale, απ’ the ones that make you smile, because they have a surprisingly instructive ending.
Once upon a time there was an emperor, who had chosen as his personal adviser a very wise old man who, however, had a great defect, he kept repeating, “whatever happens to you is for your own good… whatever happens to you is for your own good”…
But the emperor even though the “fault” of the sage irritated him, she kept him close because his advice and wisdom, they were very useful to him for this reason as well, he always took him with him, especially when he was moving away from the palace.
A rainy day, the emperor decided to beautify himself and after being washed by the women of the court, he asked the barber to shave him and give him a manicure.
But while the barber was cutting his nails, there was a thunderbolt so loud that the emperor and the barber were so frightened that the barber cut off the emperor's little finger... Screams, pain and anger overwhelmed the emperor who fell upon the barber in great rage:
“Fast to jail, unworthy, you cut off the emperor's finger, you will rot in prison for the rest of your life!” Then the wise old man intervened and started repeating again: “whatever happens to you is for your own good..., whatever happens to you is for your own good”…
The emperor full of rage, he shouted: “That's enough, with this nonsense, I got tired of you all these years and you in prison, so you will be able to n’ you listen to your own crap for the rest of your life!”
The next day the emperor, to vent and relax, he decided to go hunting in the forest, alone of course, since he had imprisoned the old sage who usually followed him everywhere.
While in the forest, ξαφνικά τον περικύκλωσαν οι πολεμιστές-αιρετικοί της θεάς Κάλι, τον συνέλαβαν και ήταν πολύ ευτυχισμένοι που βρήκαν ένα θύμα για να το θυσιάσουν στην θεά τους.
Ο αυτοκράτορας, he shouted, she screamed, he begged, αλλά τίποτα. They had decided to sacrifice him to the goddess Kali who was the goddess of evil and celebrated that day.
So they dressed him in the special cassock, they anointed him with their holy oil, they tied him to the altar and while the leader was about to plunge the knife into his heart, he saw, with horror, that a limb was missing from the victim- his little finger, cursing and spitting he loosed him, because they were not allowed to sacrifice someone who was not worthy and so they let him go…
Still dazed, the emperor quickly ran to his palace and on the way realized what had happened,ο σοφός γέροντας είχε δίκιο και ευτυχώς που σε εκείνο το ατύχημα τού έκοψε ο κουρέας το δάχτυλο και έτσι σώθηκε η ζωή του.
Τι σημασία είχε ένα δαχτυλάκι λιγότερο μπροστά στον κίνδυνο που είχε διατρέξει; Καλύτερα ζωντανός και με ένα δάχτυλο λιγότερο παρά νεκρός!
Φτάνοντας στο παλάτι ο αυτοκράτορας, πήγε αμέσως στις φυλακές και ελευθέρωσε τον κουρέα και μετά πήγε στον σοφό γέροντα, μπήκε στο κελί τον αγκάλιασε και του είπε: “My friend, forgive me, for the harm I have done to you, τι τυφλός που ήμουνα.
Με συνέλαβαν οι αιρετικοί της θεάς Κάλι και ενώ ήταν έτοιμοι να με θυσιάσουν, είδαν πως μου έλειπε το μικρό μου δαχτυλάκι και με άφησαν να φύγω, είχες δίκιο φίλε μου, “ότι μας συμβαίνει είναι για το καλό μας!” Forgive me my friend, θα είσαι πάντοτε κοντά μου και όλο το βασίλειο σου ανήκει…
Αλλά τώρα πες μου σε παρακαλώ πολύ, you, που σε έβαλα φυλακή, “που είναι το καλό που συνέβηκε σε σένα;”
Με ηρεμία ο γέροντας κοίταξε τον αυτοκράτορα και του απάντησε: “You see, Your Excellency, εάν δεν με είχατε φυλακίσει θα σας είχα συνοδέψει, as always, στο κυνήγι σας στο δάσος και σε εμένα δεν λείπει κανένα δάχτυλο…! “Ότι μας συμβαίνει είναι για το καλό μας”.
