Anastasia, even living in a humble neighborhood in the
midst of poverty, possessed great wealth; a generous and
benevolent heart, where there is always room to welcome
and help people.
In spite of all her duties, she had time to listen to,
counsel, and comfort those who look for her. She was
known as Misses Anastasia in respect to her kind figure
who radiated fluids of peace and light, and wherever she
passed she left an aura of magic and lightness.
When they got hurt, the children would run to her house,
where they would find an affectionate breath or a remedy
to heal the boo-boos. When they got into big trouble,
the little ones ran to Misses Anastasia and begged her
to speak to their mothers to calm them down and then
escape from a bigger punishment.
The women would advise themselves about some problem in
the family and she always had a friendly word, a word of
advice or just a patient and discreet ear to hear them.
Even men in times of great distress and concern looked
for her, and in spite of the little education the
benefactor used the wisdom and goodness of the heart to
When Misses Anastasia disincarnated, the whole
neighborhood felt orphaned. The people lost the
reference, they felt helpless and alone. The neighbors
came together to talk about their pain and pray for
Misses Anastasia. When they needed help, they looked for
the neighbor with whom they had the most affinity, and
in each corner a Misses Anastasia appeared.
Sara had moved to another city and when she returned to
live in the neighborhood, she lamented the death of the
benefactor and asked: How did you stay?
- It was really hard at first, but now we're fine. My
Misses Anastasia is Silvia and I am Misses Anastacia to
- Wait a minute, I do not understand - Sara said.
- We have discovered that any of us can be a Misses
Anastasia, all we need is love, patience, discretion and
goodwill - Marisa said.
- And does it work? - Sara wanted to know.
- We're not as good as the teacher yet, but we've been
able to help each other, and that's good - says Marisa.
- Wow! I'm surprised. It is a privilege to come back to
live in the neighborhood with you, with so many hands
that help. Come here and give me a hug, Misses Anastasia
- Sara said excitedly.
Text by Lúcia Noll, from Santo Ângelo
Larissa Martine - firstname.lastname@example.org
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