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There was time
where a man who
had many virtues
lived in a small
village located
next to a very
high mountain.
He was a very
good person, who
worked hard and
helped others.
He was always
available to
help if anyone
needed him, no
matter what
time.
He had, on the
other hand, a
problem. He was
very austere.
His actions
would always be
based on
correctness; he
never admitted
mistakes from
others due to
his strict point
of view.
The people who
lived in the
village really
liked him but
feared his
comments and
complaints.
They looked for
him when they
needed help, but
kept some
distance on
their everyday
life. They were
afraid of his
critics as they
didn’t want to
annoy the man as
they all loved
him deeply.
This caused
discomfort and
apprehension in
the village. It
made life there
more difficult
as it wasn’t
calm and
pleasant to live
there.
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One day God
decided to give
him a lesson. He
sent a child to
his life which
would help him.
This man was a
carpenter. He
was at work on
the next day
when suddenly
his seven year
old grandson
arrived. The boy
wanted to go to
the top of the
mountain with
his granddad.
The man decided
to go there with
him, as he
thought he
needed a break
from work.
They left the
workshop, went
home to put on
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some warmer
clothes, got a
backpack and
went
there.
It was
much
colder
at the
top of
the
mountain
than in
their
village.
His
grandson
was
really
excited
with the
walk. He
was so
pleased
to see
butterflies
and
birds in
the
middle
of the
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The higher they
climbed the
mountain, the
smaller seemed
to be the
village. It
looked more like
children’s toy.
The people and
the animals
seemed to look
like tiny ants
walking around
in the ground.
The boy felt
very fortunate
to see the
landscape around
him: the river,
the people, the
animals, the
trees and the
houses. They
were able to
breathe a very
pure air. They
could even smell
the flowers’
perfume. The boy
then commented
to his
granddad:
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— Grandpa, it’s
so beautiful up
here! Why is it
that when we are
in the village
we see things in
a different
way?
— It’s because
we are closer
physically to
everything. Did
you notice the
more we climbed
the mountain the
more our vision
was increasing?
— Yes, it is
true! — The boy
said. —
Everything seems
to be so small
from here, and
so unimportant.
I can even feel
bothered about
the fight I had
with my friend
John. It seems
so distant now!
He then stopped
talking for a
while and asked
his
grandfather:
— Is that why
God always
forgives our
faults? Mom told
me the other day
people who
bother about
little things
have limiting
souls. We should
forgive others’
faults in order
to be forgiven
too.
He then looked
at the blue sky
and said:
— I think God,
our Father, is
located really
high up! I think
we must look
very small into
His eyes, don’t
you think?
This was life
seen from a
child’s
perspective. He
judged God to be
out there in the
sky, really far
away. Actually
Jesus is
everywhere; even
really close to
us, his sons.
The old
carpenter looked
down at his
grandson and
agreed with him.
A seven year old
child was the
one who were
able to open his
eyes and show
him how he was
treating his
brothers and
sisters.
From this day
onwards, he
changed.
Everyone in the
village noticed
that. He was
helping everyone
at all times,
stimulating them
by saying
positive
phrases.
No one ever
heard him
complaining
about anyone.
When he realised
someone was
about to make a
mistake, he
would gently
approach the
person and talk
to them in a
kind way. This
way he proceeded
with kindness
and fraternity,
giving the
person the
chance to find
out about their
own challenges
and mistakes.
Aunt Celia
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