“When I started hammering the hill, people called me a lunatic but that steeled my resolve”
– Dashrath Manjhi (The Mountain Man)
This photograph( clicked in Philippines) reminds me of Dashrath Manjhi, a poor illiterate man from Gehlour, a remote village in Bihar,India. Dashrath was taken aback with the loss of his wife. His wife had fallen ill.The nearest town with doctor was 70km away and he had to travel around the Gehlour hills to reach it.His wife died from the lack of timely medical help.
Shaken, Dashrath resolved to carve a path through the hills. He worked day and night for 22 years (1960 to 1982) all by himself, hammering away at the hill, till a path 360-foot-long (110 m) through cut, 25-foot-deep (7.6 m) in places and 30-foot-wide (9.1 m) was carved through the troublesome hills.
Today, the villagers of Gehlour no longer need to travel around the hills. They thank and salute him. They call him the ‘Mountain Man’.
A true story of love and endurance.
Share a photo of what endurance means to you — maybe it’s your beat-up, well-traveled running shoes, the oldest structure in your town, the vista you earned climbing that mountain, a photo of your wedding ring, or your dog, tongue lolling, running full out.