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Spiritism for Kids - Célia Xavier Camargo - Portuguese  Spanish
Year 5 - N° 251 - March 11, 2012

  Translation
Johnny Silveira - silveirajohnny@yahoo.com

 

The Old Lady in the Square
 

Twelve year-old Martha had a very difficult temper. She was always complaining about everything and only saw the worst in everyone.

At home, she complained about the food, her wrinkled clothes, her siblings, basically everything.

And not content in criticizing everyone, Martha still believed that candidness was a virtue. So, she would say anything she that came to her mind to people, hurt who it may.

Thus, her relationship with her family, schoolmates, neighbours and even strangers was unpleasant. Even in times of celebration, when a feeling of joy and relaxation should predominate, there was troubled by her comments. She criticized the decor, food, costumes and everything else.

Gosh! It was a relief for everyone when she was not around!

So people tried to stay away from her, fearing her venomous tongue. Only her family could bear her for they had no choice. And when her parents warned her of her frank rudeness, telling of the hurt it caused people, she retorted:

- How so? I speak the truth! Isn't that what you, my parents, taught me?

- My daughter, the truth is not to be used as a whip, hurting people! Especially since none of us is perfect! - her mother would say.

- Dear, first of all, we should put ourselves in the other person's place. Would you like them to act like that with you? We must use fraternity in our relationships - said the father.

Martha, however, could never be convinced with her parents' advice. After all, she had learned that the truth must be told at all times.

Over the months, Martha realized that no one called her anymore. Whenever she missed her friends and phoned them, they would just give an excuse not to meet with her.

So, Martha decided to go to the neighbours' house. However, when they saw it was her, they chatted with her for a little bit and then claiming to have chores to do, they told her she had to leave. At school, the girls kept the same distance and thus in the playground, she was always alone.

One day, Martha left school feeling very sad and was not in the mood to go home. Passing through a small square, she sat down on a bench, thoughtful. Soon, an elderly lady sat next to her.
 

- Excuse me, but you look so sad! Would you like to talk a little? After all, I have children and grandchildren and I think I have some experience on life.

Martha was really very sad and seeing that lady who wanted to talk to her when nobody else did, she decided to vent it all out:

- I do not know what is happening to me! No one

wants my friendship. Not even at home they like me!


- Well, my dear, nothing happens without a reason. So, tell me what is happening. Maybe I can help you. Everyone calls me Grandma Bridget.

Martha started talking about her family, friends and neighbours that did not want her company anymore and ended by saying:

- I've always been very frank with everyone and people can't stand hearing the truth! Must I lie to get their friendship? ...

The lady thought for a moment, then, looking at Martha, showed her their surroundings:

- Look what a beautiful garden, Martha! All those flowers! Do you like plants?

- I do, Grandma Bridget. My mother has a lovely garden.

- Ah! ... Martha, have you ever seen your mother pour boiling water on the plants?

The girl was startled and said forthwith:
 

- No! Never! My mother would never do that, Grandma Bridget! Her seedlings would die! ...

The lady looked at her with affection and agreed:

- That's right, dear. She would not. And do you know why?

- I do. Because my mom loves her garden.
 
At that moment, a bird came flying and landed on the lady's palm who, seizing the opportunity, asked:


- Exactly! But maybe she does it to a bird or pet?

- No! Never! We have a dog that is treated very well! If my mother threw boiling water on it, the poor thing would get burnt all over! ... - said the girl, horrified.

The old lady looked at Martha with great kindness and concluded:

- Exactly. You know, my dear, when we love people, just as well as plants, birds and animals, we do not throw boiling water on them. Because we want to preserve them. We want to see them well, happy, healthy and beautiful!

At that moment, Martha understood what the lady meant. She had been throwing boiling water on people and burning them, doing away with the feeling of friendship they had for her! ...

As it was late, the girl thanked the lady, saying goodbye and leaving her address:

- Grandma Bridget, you really helped me today. I hope you can come visit us. I would like you to meet my parents.

- I will, Martha! And when you want to see me, I live there in that house, the one in front of this square. You know, my dear, as I do not have much to do, I watch this square and occasionally see someone here. As I like to talk, I walk across the street and I come here because there is often someone who needs help.

Martha understood. Grandma Bridget had come because she had seen her crying alone.

- God bless you! Thanks for everything. Starting today, I promise you I will not throw boiling water on people anymore.

 

MEIMEI
 

(Psychographed by Celia X. de Camargo on 02.13.2012.)



 



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