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Spiritism for Kids - Célia Xavier Camargo - Portuguese  Spanish
Year 8 - N° 384 - October 12, 2014

Translation
Johnny Silveira - silveirajohnny@yahoo.com
 

 

The Man With Sad Eyes

 

After a small domestic problem, ten year-old Julia went out for a walk and saw a ragged old man, sitting on the sidewalk.
 

She took a look and did not like what she saw. He was dirty, had a long beard, and was spreading a funky smell. At first, she wanted to get away from him as soon as possible.

However, when he looked at her, Julia noticed such a great sadness in his moist eyes and even in the kind smile with which he greeted her that she stopped.

She sat next to him to talk, said her name and learned his: Al.

- Where are you going, lovely girl Julia? - asked the old man.

- I do not know. I got tired of my home,

school, my annoying friends and the demands of everybody. So I went for a walk and to forget - she replied.


As he looked at her in silence, Julia asked:

- And you, Al, where are you going?

The man looked around with his sad eyes, shrugged and replied:

- Nowhere and everywhere...!

- Oh! I do not understand.

- It's simple. Still very young and diligent, I studied hard and became a very wealthy man. I managed many people, had a loving family, good health, many friends and time to do whatever I wanted in life.

The girl looked at the old man with her eyes wide open:

- And then what happened?!...

The old man took a deep breath, his eyes now showing a greater sadness, and replied:

- I lost everything I had. Now, I do not even have a roof to shelter me.

- But how did you get poor, Al? - she asked.

- I just did not know how to manage the resources that God had entrusted to me!

- What do you mean? - asked the girl, unable to understand.

- Well, Julia, all we have in life are God's gifts. If we do not seize the opportunities that life gives us, we lose what we have received. Get it?

- Kind of... - said the girl still in doubt.

The old man thought for a moment and said:

- For example. We have to give an account of the intelligence that we received at birth and, if we do not use it well, to our benefit and that of others, we will be held accountable. The same is true with the money we earn and the authority we have.

- Ah! I understand! You also said you had good health...

- Exactly, and I lost it with my excesses: too much food, drinking, not sleeping enough. So, I ended up also losing the blessing of work.

- And what happened to your family?

- The excess of money and work I had made them keep away from me. I took my family for granted and I ended up alone. Everyone deserted me; in fact, I was the one who abandoned them.

Full of pity for him, Julia replied:

- Al, but surely you had many friends.

- That is true, Julia. But I did not appreciate my true friends and they started not hanging out with me anymore. I was left only with those who participated in the partying and the excesses. However, when the money ended, they walked away from me. They were only interested in the bountiful life style that I gave them - he clarified.

The girl was really penalized with Al's story. Realizing that he reassured her:

- Do not worry, Julia. Despite not having any more material things, I changed spiritually. Today I am connected to God by prayer, exercising humility and understanding to those who humiliate me, I eat only what is given to me, exercising gratitude, and I live well because I recognize that I made a lot of mistakes, so, where possible, I try to help those who are in the same situation I used to be. Thus, I act with fraternity and solidarity. And believe me, wherever I go I always make good friends!

The girl, with her eyes full of tears, hugged him saying:

- Just like me, because now I am your friend!

- See how I have changed? - he joked, giving her a look full of affection.

Remembering the reasons that led her to leave the house that day, Julia confessed:

- I'm also changed, be certain. I thought I had problems, but now I see that they are nothing compared to what you told me. Thank you, Al!

Julia invited him to go live in her home, but Al declined, explaining:

- My little friend Julia, it is not out of pride, OK? Firstly, you do not know what your parents think about you taking a stranger home. Second, I do not want to be a burden to anyone. If you ask me, I will accept a snack at your home. But that's it. Then I'll hit the road again. I enjoy meeting new people, making friends, leaving good seeds where I go.

Julia accepted the conditions he imposed and took him to her house. He was well received by her parents but left a few hours later, after taking a bath and changing into clean clothes. Before leaving, Al said:

- I promise you, if I ever pass through this town again, I will pay you a visit. But now I have to go. Everything else was taken from me but the blessing of time is very important, because despite having nothing material, I need to help people with the one thing I still have: love.

The image of that bearded man with sad eyes would never be erased from Julia's memory. She was certain that it was Jesus who had sent him to make her appreciate all the good things in her life.

 

MEIMEI
 

(Psychographed by Celia X. de Camargo on 03/09/2012.)

                                   

 



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