When a child dies, ask yourself the question, "Is it for my sake that he was born?" He had his own destiny to fulfil, his own history to work out.
Gautama Buddha's father was so overcome with grief when he saw his son with a begging bowl in the street that he told him thus: "Everyone of my ancestors was a King; what misfortune is this that a beggar was born in this line?"
Buddha replied: "Everyone of my ancestors had a beggar's bowl; I know of no king in my line."
The father and son walked different paths, travelled along divergent routes.
(Chinna Katha from the Divine Discourses of Bhagawan Sri Sathya Sai Baba)
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