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Spiritism for Kids - Célia Xavier Camargo - Portuguese  Spanish
Year 8 - N° 403 - March 1st, 2015

Translation
Johnny Silveira - silveirajohnny@yahoo.com
 

 

We Are All Brothers

  

Hugo, a ten year-old boy, was very proud of his family and the social position to which they belonged. His father was a renowned doctor in town and was admired by all. Therefore, he considered himself above others.

Full of arrogance, he would always refer to his family as the best, disregarding all others.

His loving mom, noting the child's attitudes in relation to other people, would say:

- Hugo, no one should consider themself above others. If we have a good situation, because of your father's profession, it means that we need to help other people who do not have this blessing!

- But if it were not for Dad treating people in his office, many who could not afford an appointment, they would still be sick!
 

- That is exactly what I am telling you, dear. Poor people do not have anyone to turn to except your father, who treats them with love and dedication. Thank God every day for the father you have! Imagine if we were in their shoes, in pain and having to beg a doctor to see us?

The boy would hang his head, but keep thinking and feeling the same way.

One day Hugo went out cycling. It was such a beautiful day that he did not realize that he had already ridden it a long way. Before he noticed, he was in an area he did not know.

Large trees along the narrow path hardly let any sunlight through. Looking at a bird singing high above, Hugo lost his balance and fell off the bike, hitting his head on a rock. Everything went dark. Hugo could not see anything.

He came to hearing voices around him. People were trying to wake him up. They were concerned because they saw a cut in his head and wanted to help him but did not know how. Then, someone said:

- OK, he's coming to! Boy, how are you? Are you in pain? What is your name?

Seeing a ragged man speaking to him, Hugo shook his head:

- I do not know. What happened?

Those poor but very nice people wanted to know where he lived, what his name was, what were the names of his parents, but the boy did not remember anything.

- Well... the blow was very strong - said Benedict, the most enlightened among those people.

- Benedict, what do we do now?... This boy is from a rich family! Can't you tell from his clothes, shoes and his bike?

- I know, but what can we do? It is best to take the boy to my house, while I take the necessary measures, such as notifying the police and putting a message on the radio so that his parents are made aware as soon as possible.

Hugo was transported to Benedict and Laura's house, and put in an old bed. The boy was in pain so Laura prepared and gave him tea. Soon, he felt better. He slept a little and upon waking up, Hugo looked at the wooden room where he was, without recognizing the place:

- Where am I? What am I doing here? - he murmured.

- Good to see you awake! How are you feeling? Are you still in pain? - Laura asked as she came from the kitchen where she prepared a soup when she heard him speak.

Hugo put a hand to his head, where there was an improvised dressing:

- I do not feel any pain. Where am I?

- You are in our home. I'm Laura, and my husband is Benedict. And you, what's your name?

Shaking his head, he replied that he did not know. Suddenly, Benedict returned with someone. He was a doctor.

- Look, doctor! This boy fell in the middle of a nearby forest and hit his head on a rock!

The doctor looked at the boy and felt tears trickle down his face, relieved:

- Hugo... My son, what happened!?!

The boy's eyes widened when he heard that voice so dear to him call him Hugo.

- Daddy! I do not know what happened? All I can remember is that I was riding my bike...

The doctor sat down on the bed, examined the child and then said:

- It was nothing, son. Thanks to God and the kindness of these people who rescued you! Thank you, my friends!

Benedict and Laura were also moved.

Benedict said:

- We did not do anything, doctor! All we did was bring him to our house and Laura made him some tea, to relieve his pain.

- But I'm finishing a soup for the kid, that is, for Hugo. Would you like a bowl of soup, doctor?

- Of course I do!

Hugo was hungry and also had the soup, which he really liked. When he had finished it, the doctor stood up and said:

- I thank you for the help you gave to my son. If it were not for Benedict, who I had already known because he had called me when sick people needed help, I would not know where to look for Hugo. And he ended up by saying:

- Whenever you need me, I will be there for you! We are all brothers before God our Father!

And Hugo, hugging them, added:

- Thanks for everything. I would like to introduce you to my mother; I'm sure you will like her. I will be waiting for you tomorrow at our home, without fail! 

MEIMEI 

(Psychographed by Celia Xavier de Camargo on 24/11/2014.)


                                   

 



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