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Spiritism for
Kids
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Célia Xavier
Camargo -
Portuguese
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Year 8 - N° 361 – May 4, 2014 |
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Translation
Johnny Silveira
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The Discovery
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Nine year-old
Tony was a
peculiar boy and
it caused many
concerns to his
parents.
He attended
school but
disliked
studying and had
difficulty
keeping up with
the class.
Apprehensive
about his future,
his parents
tried in every
way to make Tony
interested in
something. But
to no avail! He
only liked to
play.
As time passed,
the boy's
parents became
increasingly
distressed. They
had tried
everything.
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They tried to
awaken his
interest in
music. It was a
disaster. For
the piano, Tony
had no patience
to endure the
monotonous
exercises. For
the guitar, he
got upset and
put so much
strength in
playing it that
soon he broke
the strings. The
violin, no way.
The drums, he
did not like the
noise. Anyway,
for music he had
no vocation, no
rhythm and no
sensibility,
which left his
tutors
discouraged.
- Since you are
not prone to
play music,
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my
dear, perhaps
another kind of
art? Painting,
for example.
Look at the
example of the
great geniuses
of painting.
It's fascinating! |
- Okay. I'll try.
But no! Tony
could not handle
the brushes or
mixing colors.
He got bored and
soon gave up.
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- If you do not
like to study or
play music or
painting, maybe
you would be
interested in
sports? You
could perhaps
play football! -
Considered his
dedicated mom.
- Absolutely not.
I like to watch
the games but
not to chase a
ball.
- Well, maybe
then some form
of athletics?
- Running,
hurdling, weight
throwing... none
of those make my
liking.
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- Tennis? |
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- Absolutely not.
- Maybe
volleyball?
- I am not tall
enough.
- Swimming?
- I like going
to the pool but
I go in the
water just to
cool my body
from heat of the
sun.
- Basketball?
- My aim sucks.
They thought of
all types of
sport. Nothing.
The parents were
increasingly
concerned. Tony
was now fifteen.
He had grown,
becoming a tall
and skinny guy.
But he had not
yet discovered
anything that
interested him.
They thought of
Information
Technology but
he only used the
computer to have
fun with games.
Tony's mother
was increasingly
afflicted but
his father
insisted:
- Calm down,
dear. Everybody
has the ability
or tendency to
do something.
Our son is no
different.
He'll end up
finding
something that
he will like to
do.
- Will he? I've
asked God so
much to
enlighten our
son! - the
mother said
somewhat
discouraged.
One day, Tony
found himself
walking in a
park. He sat at
the edge of the
lake and began
to think. That
situation was
not pleasant for
him either. He
wanted to do
something but he
did not know
what. Right at
that moment, he
remembered God
and prayed
fervently
pleading for
help and
protection. He
felt useless and
aimless in life.
He hung his head
and wept sorely.
Suddenly, he
felt more
reassured. Tony
looked around
and saw a piece
of wood nearby.
He felt the urge
to hold it in
his hands. He
looked at it
from all angles.
Interesting! He
seemed to see
the image of a
bird with closed
wings in that
piece of wood.
At that same
instant, Tony
took a penknife
that he always
carried in his
pocket and
started to work.
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Skillfully he
sculpted the
head, put the
eyes in place,
and worked on
the wings. Then
he modeled the
legs and feet
which rested on
a twig.
Tony did not see
time pass. When
he finished it,
he was amazed
before the small
sculpture, work
of his own hands.
He ran home. He
wanted to break
the news.
Arriving there,
he showed his
parents the
sculpture.
- Look! Dad, you
were right. We
all have
overlooked and
unsuspected
potential
abilities.
I found
out that
my hands
are good
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for
something.
They can
also be
helpful
and
creative. |
- But when did
you learn to
carve wood? -
the father asked,
puzzled.
- I do not know.
It seems to me
that I had
already learned
and I'm just
remembering!
The amazement
and joy of his
parents were
immense. Finally,
Tony had
discovered a
reason to live!
From that day on,
it was as if
Tony had had his
vision widened.
At everything he
looked at, he
saw it with
other eyes,
always
envisioning what
could be done,
modified,
transformed,
sculpted. He
became a great
artist. His
works were very
popular and his
exhibits always
crowded. He
became known in
Brazil and
abroad but he
never ceased to
be the simple
creature he was.
Now, however, he
had a goal. To
help children,
passing his
knowledge and
teaching them
that we only
feel happy when
we work with
love and do what
we like.
He always
thanked God, Who
had helped him
when he needed
most, showing
him the pathway
he should follow.
Aunt Celia
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