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Spiritism for Kids - Célia Xavier Camargo - Portuguese  Spanish
Year 3 - N° 130 - October 25, 2009

  Translation
CAROLINA VON SCHARTEN - carolinavonscharten@yahoo.com

 

The boy who was made
of glass

  

Once upon a time, a boy called Carl could be seen without many friends around him. He mistreated people all the time, which is why he was always alone. He thought he had all rights to do so.   

He used to be nasty to his friends when they were playing together. He would always criticise them for any mistake they made. He would also mistreat his mom at home. He would always complain about everything she did for him, even though she dedicated herself entirely to the family. He was rude to his teacher at school, and disrespected her in front of the entire class.  

Therefore Carl would react sensitively when someone said something against him. Whenever his friends, teacher or mother would call his attention to something he did wrong, he would get angry. He always thought it was unfair and didn’t want to talk to the person who caught his attention.  

Soon Carl was all by himself. He didn’t have friends to play or talk to. He didn’t have friends even to go for walks with. He was really sad one day at home. Carl sat down at his sofa and started to think. His mother came close to him and said:

— Carl, the day is so beautiful, my son! Why don’t you go out and play? 

Her son whispered and answered her:

— Who am I going to play with? No one wants to play with me!

— Right, and then go out for a walk — she suggested.

He felt really unmotivated and replied:

— It’s not fun to go on my own. 

The mother felt sorry for her child and sat by his side. He started to cry slightly and asked her:

— Why is everyone avoiding me, mom? The teacher doesn’t want to talk to me in class anymore. She doesn’t even ask me to do anything at school! 

The mother paused for a moment and answered:

— I think you are made of glass, my son.

The boy starred at his mom and said:

— What do you mean?

— Carl, you are very sensitive to criticism. No one can tell you are wrong because you get angry with them. You break easily, just like glass. Do you understand? On the other hand, you are not careful when talking to others and end up hurting them easily.  

— When people make mistakes, should I just shut up? — The boy said, trying to justify himself. 

—Jesus taught us to see our own difficulties first and work to correct them. As for the others, it is ok to point out things that could be improved but it depends on the way we say things to other people. We need to do it with respect and kindness. Does that make sense? 

He then reflected for a few moments and said:

— I got it, mom. I don’t have any friends anymore.... 

His mom then said:

— Change your behaviour. Show them you are different now and they will see you changed. Be patient and give it time...

Carl started to act differently at school. He treated the teacher and his colleagues with respect. They were quite surprised at first.  

At their break, he saw his friends playing football. He observed them playing for a while. He didn’t ask to play with them or criticised the way they played, as he used to do before. He just smiled and cheered when they scored a goal. 

On the third day, his friends were whispering to each other and decided to invite Carl to play with them. He accepted it and thanked them for the invitation. His colleagues were really surprised with his behaviour! Carl was also apologising to his colleagues whenever he made a mistake.  

His colleagues started to call him all the time to play now. His mom asked, a week later:

— How are things going, son?

He smiled and said:

— Very well, mom. Thanks to Jesus and to you, mom, everything is back to normal. I am not a boy made of glass anymore. 


                                                                  Aunt Celia


 



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