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Spiritism for Kids - Célia Xavier Camargo - Portuguese  Spanish
Year 2 - N° 77 - October 12, 2008

  Translation
FELIPE DARELLA - felipe.darella@gmail.com
 

The clouds

 

Walking sad on the street, Albert met a friend of his father, the old John.

The boy was sad and upset. The old man, walking by his side, asked why he was so sad.

— Nothing is right! —Albert replied. — It seems that the world will fall onto my head! I am coming from the hospital where I went to visit my mom and her state is critical. My dad is unemployed and the expenses with the hospital are getting bigger, making us worried. Not only that, I’ve been having

low grades at school and I’m not sure whether I’ll be approved this year.

He paused and, emotional, trying not to cry, concluded:

— As you can see, I’ve got loads of reasons to be upset.

The kind man heard the boy’s complaints. Then, he looked at the sky and said:

— Look. Heavy clouds announce rain soon. Hurry up.

Albert looked up without interest. Dark and heavy clouds were in the sky. A storm was brewing up.

— The clouds are accumulating, accumulating, so that the rain pours cleaning up the atmosphere. So it happens to us, Albert. Many times we have an inner storm and it is needed that we “clean” ourselves too. I know you are a brave and valiant boy, but don’t be afraid to cry. Tears do well and relieve the pain.


At this moment the rain starts pouring and they had to find shelter in someone else’s porch.

Albert looked at the man and, all of a sudden, started crying, washing his soul.


The old man hugged him and they remained like this, as the rain kept pouring.


Half an hour later stopped raining. The clouds, taken by the wind, went away and the sun came back, clearing everything again.
 

— You see, Albert? — the old man said. — The sun shines again, and a few minutes ago it was all dark and rainy. See how the air is clear. It seems like a miracle! The leaves and flowers are back again and there is a beautiful rainbow in the sky! That’s why; you got to be brave my son. Trust in God and have faith. Things change and what seems to have no solution now can be solved later on.

Albert looked at the old man gratefully.

— Thanks, Mr. John. You helped me a lot. I feel much better now.

They took different ways. The man was going to work and the boy went to school to see his grades.

More confident, Albert got to school and had a good surprise: He was approved! 

Joyful, he ran home to tell his dad the news. His dad, who had been worried as well, was happier because he had been promised a job.

— That’s good, my son! I also have good news. A friend of mine needs an assistant and invited me to work with him. I don’t know much about it, but when there’s a will, there’s a way.

Later, they went to the hospital to tell his mom the news which she would certainly get happy. Another good surprise. The doctor was optimistic and assured them that, if everything kept like that, she would go home soon.

For the boy’s happiness, John went to visit his mother too and was told about the news. And Albert said:

— You were right. Things change and we need to trust in God! Everything is ok now. The storm is over!

                                                                 Aunt Célia   
 


O Consolador
 
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