My lower nature overcame me and I fumed with fury riled by the antics of my mother-in-law. My intelligence prompted me to sympathize with her: “After all, the poor lady is a victim of Alzheimer’s disease. Look how innocently and helplessly she stands in front of you. ” But my debased tendencies turned a deaf ear to those inner voices. As I was on the verge of exploding into a tirade, Radhanath Swami’s appeal to me spoke through my heart, miraculously curbing the anger that swelled in my chest. “On her behalf I beg forgiveness from you for all her misbehaviors. She is not in a position to understand what she herself does.”
These compassionate words had sprouted from his soft heart upon seeing the diseased condition of my mother-in-law, when he had visited our home. He had presaged situations like the one I was in, and had spoken those words to me. Then folding his palms in humble appeal before me, he created a telling impression in my conscience. Those impressions had once again saved me from brewing up an ugly hassle.
– Pushpa Ashok Shetty