This is a long story, so people please take some time to go through this Real life Story that happened to a Family that was very honest to the Organization.
Hi People,
I am the son of those parents that were very honest and loyal to the organization, My name is Reuben Ranjith Kumar, I am writing this so that no other family will face this situation in their life ever.
My Father was born to a family in Mysore to a Pentecostal Family. They were nine of them in the family. My Grandfather was working for the railways, and my grand mother was a house wife. With the earning of Rs.80/Month my grand father had to run the family. My father was the third son to my grandpa. The family went through lots of hardship, at time have one good meal would be an festival for that family. My grandma used to get poped rice and Black coffee, which used to be their main Meal. At time starvation was part of their DIET. They never had proper cloths to wear, my grandma knew some handy work like tailoring. She used to earn Rs. 2 - Rs. 3 Per day. An unknown couple came to their place and started coming to help them. They used to bring Bread, milk, some food, feed the children give them bath and they would leave.
One fine day, God felt that my grand mother has struggled enough in this world and took her away. My dad was 8 yrs old when he lost his mother. Grandma dead, They are all confused, don't know what to do, questions in their mind how are they gonna burry her. None to help them, standing and gazing for help, even the church that they were attending and member of never came for their help. So the family was struggling for a shoulder that would support them. on that day when my father and rest of his family was helpless, this couple came and then started what is supposed to be done for the funeral. Our family didnt know who they are, where are they from, why are they doing this. Those days if a dead body ride on a Horse cart they were the rich people. Only rich people used to ride dead people on the Horse cart.
That couple by themselves order a coffin box, gave bath for my grandmother, did all that needs to be done in a funeral house. After that they came cleaned the house completely, left them all and went away. Surprised astonished by the way that family took care of the family and the funeral Service.
Few days later that couple started visiting our house and telling us about the love of JESUS and invited us to their Church. SEVENTH - DAY ADVENTIST CHURCH was the name that we were invited. The help that the provided at that time made them attend church.
some day later that couple Mr. and Mrs. came home to meet my grand father. During their visit they asked my grandpa whether they can to few of their children for their education to Bangalore, for which my grandpa didn't agree the only reason was that he couldn't afford to educate them. They gave an assurance of educating all the children. Then few children were sent to Bangalore to Study. So my Father was one of them. My dad reached the School called Lowry Memorial College at Krishnaraja puram, Bangalore.
Hi People,
I am the son of those parents that were very honest and loyal to the organization, My name is Reuben Ranjith Kumar, I am writing this so that no other family will face this situation in their life ever.
My Father was born to a family in Mysore to a Pentecostal Family. They were nine of them in the family. My Grandfather was working for the railways, and my grand mother was a house wife. With the earning of Rs.80/Month my grand father had to run the family. My father was the third son to my grandpa. The family went through lots of hardship, at time have one good meal would be an festival for that family. My grandma used to get poped rice and Black coffee, which used to be their main Meal. At time starvation was part of their DIET. They never had proper cloths to wear, my grandma knew some handy work like tailoring. She used to earn Rs. 2 - Rs. 3 Per day. An unknown couple came to their place and started coming to help them. They used to bring Bread, milk, some food, feed the children give them bath and they would leave.
One fine day, God felt that my grand mother has struggled enough in this world and took her away. My dad was 8 yrs old when he lost his mother. Grandma dead, They are all confused, don't know what to do, questions in their mind how are they gonna burry her. None to help them, standing and gazing for help, even the church that they were attending and member of never came for their help. So the family was struggling for a shoulder that would support them. on that day when my father and rest of his family was helpless, this couple came and then started what is supposed to be done for the funeral. Our family didnt know who they are, where are they from, why are they doing this. Those days if a dead body ride on a Horse cart they were the rich people. Only rich people used to ride dead people on the Horse cart.
That couple by themselves order a coffin box, gave bath for my grandmother, did all that needs to be done in a funeral house. After that they came cleaned the house completely, left them all and went away. Surprised astonished by the way that family took care of the family and the funeral Service.
Few days later that couple started visiting our house and telling us about the love of JESUS and invited us to their Church. SEVENTH - DAY ADVENTIST CHURCH was the name that we were invited. The help that the provided at that time made them attend church.
some day later that couple Mr. and Mrs. came home to meet my grand father. During their visit they asked my grandpa whether they can to few of their children for their education to Bangalore, for which my grandpa didn't agree the only reason was that he couldn't afford to educate them. They gave an assurance of educating all the children. Then few children were sent to Bangalore to Study. So my Father was one of them. My dad reached the School called Lowry Memorial College at Krishnaraja puram, Bangalore.
