Theme: Value of little things

The value of little things

It was Saturday afternoon. Maurice was at home and unwilling to leave for the appointment he would have it soon.

He was part of a group of young people from the spiritist center that he attended with his family. The youth had scheduled an activity to help homeless people. They raised money, bought the ingredients and in that afternoon, they were going to prepare sandwiches to be distributed in the early evening.

At first Maurice liked the idea, helped to plan the activities, but now that the day came, he was lazy and thought:

- There will be other people there. I won't be missed much. That's why the work is done in groups, so that everything works out even if someone is absent. Yeah, I'm not going!

Maurice lay down on the sofa to rest for a while and soon fell asleep. While sleeping he began to dream.

He found himself leaving the house and walking down the street. As he walked, he realized that things were very different. The landscape was strange. There was almost no vegetation. Everything was dry and dusty.

Maurice was curious. What was going on? Suddenly, someone came up to him and explained:

- You don’t know? It is the discouragement of small things.

- What? What do you mean? - Asked Maurice.

- It's just that the little things that build up a big thing started to think that they weren't important, that the other parts of the big thing didn't need them. And so, they are deciding to stop doing what they do. One of the first to stop was the raindrops. Every drop thinks it won't be missed. But without each one, rain does not form. It hasn't rained for several days because of that. Bees and other insects have also stopped. They say that flowers pollinating in the world is a huge job and that each one of them will not be missed. Not even the honey the bees are producing anymore, because the hive no longer receives the nectar that each worker used to bring.

Maurice looked at the trees and saw only branches.

- Let me see if I got it. The leaves are also thinking that they are not needed to form the treetops, right?

- You got it! - Said the person who was talking to him.

Maurice was sad to see everything transformed. Worried, he started running back home.

When he saw his house, however, he remembered that it was made of bricks. Immediately one by one, the bricks began to come apart and the house began to fall apart.

Desperate, the boy started to shout:

- No! Don’t do it! Please, bricks, each one of you is very important! I want my home! Maurice woke up crying and was relieved to realize that it was just a dream and that everything was fine.

Still lying down, he was thinking about his dream and his commitment to other young people. He understood that he was just one person in the group, but the group needed him, as they needed everyone.

He looked at his watch and saw that there was still time.

Maurice then got ready very quickly and went to the spiritist center to help his group in the activity they had planned.

Translation:
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