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Spiritism for Kids - Célia Xavier Camargo - Portuguese  Spanish
Year 8 - N° 404 - March 8, 2015

Translation
Johnny Silveira - silveirajohnny@yahoo.com
 

 

The Handful Of Mud

  

Joe and Mark were playing in front of their homes, as they always did.

They were classmates and were always together. They would even go to school and then get back from school together.

Their friendship was known and admired by all, who comment on how Mark and Joe got along well, with no fights or arguments. But that was until the day that for a silly reason, they were angry with each other and began to quarrel.

Joe shouted:

- That is so you, Mark! You always want to be right about everything!

To which Mark replied:

- What do you mean, Joe? I have always let you believe to be the right, even when I thought I was right!...

- Oh... Is that how it is going to be?! So I will not speak with you anymore! - Joe shouted, full of

anger.

- If that's what you want, I accept your decision - Mark replied angrily.

Both went away, each one taking the direction of his home.

However, they were not happy. After the anger faded out, they sadly missed being together, their games, their rides, the homework that was done side by side.

They wished it had not happened and that they were still friends as before, but pride would not let them recognize the mistake they made.

Until one day, after a lot of rain, the sun appeared and Joe decided to go out for a walk. Near his house there was a garden, and he walked there. He entertained himself by looking at the beautiful plants and flowers, the trees with their clean and shiny leaves, when he noticed someone in front of him walking towards him. He turned red: it was Mark!

Not knowing what to do, they stopped at a distance, and Joe shouted:

- Even here you come to bother me?

To which Mark replied:

- No, Joe. It's not my fault that you have also decided to stroll through the garden like me, to enjoy the sunny day!

Joe, with a violent temper, became even angrier and, wishing to get back at Mark somehow, looked around and saw a large puddle of mud just ahead. He had no doubt. He bent down, picked up a handful of mud and shot it at him.

Noticing Joe's intentions, Mark's eyes widened and he shouted:

- No!...

However the mud hit him in the chest. Seeing the damage that Joe had done on his clothes, now all dirty, Mark looked at him and said:

- Joe, did you not realize that, wishing to hit me, you are the one who got dirty first?

On hearing Mark's words, he looked at himself. Not only his hands were dirty, but also his clothes.

Mark, who was watching his friend's reaction, saw that Joe was displeased at first, but then started laughing, amused at how Mark was dirty and him too.

Mark also laughed and exchanging a look they realized that that funny moment changed everything between them. They began to throw mud at each other until they got tired.

Then they approached each other and embraced, happy to be together again.

Joe, with his face all muddy, acknowledged:

- You're right, Mark. To hit you, I got dirty first! I showed that, in fact, we are equal.

- That's right, Joe. To criticize someone we need to be different from them. I'm glad we resumed our friendship. I missed you so much!

- Me too, my friend Mark! May we never fight again. And if that happens, we can talk and understand each other, as the friends that we really are.

Thus, embracing each other, they both went home walking and laughing.

Their mothers, who were at the gate looking for them, were surprised by how dirty the boys were,

but happy to see them being friends again.  

Everything would be different from that day forward, for that lesson was never erased from their memories throughout their lives.

They understood that the most important thing is always the love we feel for the dear people who are part of our lives!...

MEIMEI

(Psychographed by Celia X. de Camargo on 03/11/2014.) 
                                   


 



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