“Why am I here?” she asked the empty room. Her younger sister in London was a doctor now. Her brother owned a restaurant. And Anjali? She was a professional scrubber of floors.
“The fruit of silence is prayer. The fruit of prayer is faith. The fruit of faith is love. The fruit of love is service. The fruit of service is peace.”
“Sister,” he said, his voice like gravel. “You scrub that stain for three hours now. It is not a stain. It is a shadow from the pipe.”
It was the night watchman, an old Hindu man named Bimal who had worked at the home for forty years. He held out a chipped ceramic cup of milky, sweet chai. mother teresa a simple path pdf
But where was the love in this? She had just finished bathing an old man who had cursed her in Bengali, spat on her habit, and then passed away in her arms before she could finish drying his back. Now, at midnight, she was alone, scrubbing a rust stain that would not lift.
Then she heard a shuffle behind her.
“She laughed. Then she took the chai, sat right here on this wet floor, and asked me about my granddaughter’s fever. She did not speak of God or service. She just asked.” “Why am I here
Anjali shook her head.
She had been trying to start with service. Mother Teresa’s secret, she now saw, was that you had to start with silence. And sometimes, that silence was just two tired people sharing a cup of tea on a wet floor.
She began to laugh—a raw, exhausted, tearful laugh. Bimal smiled, revealing two teeth. He handed her the chai. “Mother used to do that too,” he said. “She would scrub the same corner all night during the monsoon. I told her the same thing. You know what she did?” And Anjali
In that moment, Anjali understood. The “simple path” was not in the scrubbing. It was not in the grand prayer. It was in the space between the scrubbing and the chai. It was in seeing Bimal not as a watchman, but as a man with a granddaughter. It was in accepting that the stain was never the enemy—the loneliness was.
“We can do no great things,” she whispered to herself, quoting the famous line. “Only small things with great love.”