Mother Ignacia Healing Ministry
eastwind journals 56
An inspiring story
When I was a kid, my mom would prepare special breakfast every now and then. I remember one morning when my dad walked into the dining room looking like a hurricane victim, after a long hard day at work the previous day. My mom placed a plate of eggs, sausage and burnt toast in front of him. I waited for my dad’s reaction to the burnt black toast, but there was none. He reached for it, smiled at my mom, and asked me how my day was at school. I don’t remember my reply because I was such in fear of a looming war. He smeared butter and jelly on the black toast and ate every bite with relish.When I got up from the table, I heard my mom apologize to my dad for the burnt toast. I will never forget his reply, “Honey, I loved the toast.” Later, when we were alone, I asked dad if he really liked the burnt toast. He wrapped me in his arms and said, “Your mom had a hard day yesterday just like me. She went for groceries, paid bills at the bank, weeded the garden, and so on. Besides, burnt toast never hurt anyone. You know, life is full of imperfect things and imperfect people.