A matter of time.

I was sitting comfortably with my son (just past teen) and I was telling him how I liked my new routine and felt very good about it. He listened carefully and then said,"Oh! So you have now got used to you new weight , is it?" That set me thinking. I thought about two little stories which I will now narrate in my clumsy fashion.

There were two men arguing vehemently, There was a Jesuit Priest dressed in his official outfit not far from them. He and another by stander were observing this fight. After a while one of the word warriors went to the priest and the priest took him aside and heard him. The priest said, You are right, my son..."This could only be seen by the by stander.

Next the other party came to the priest and the priest smiled and heard him. Again he said, You are right, my son." Both the parties involved in the arguement seemed calmer. This of course agitated the by stander. He now went to the priest and protested that there was no way that both the parties were right. The priest smiled and said, You are right, my son" and went away.

The other story also involves a parishioner and a priest. The priest heard out all the trials and despairs narrated to him patiently. He sympathised with the pain being endured. At the end of it, he sais, All will be well in two years time. The parishioner was happy and exclaimed, I will be better off and not have these troubles." The priest replied, "Not necessarily. The time will be enough for you to get used to your present state."
Sooner or later " All Izz well"