terça-feira, 27 de setembro de 2011

How to change lives...

A history that a friend of mine told earlier today, on Facebook. This history change my life in every way possible, and forever. Sorry about the language, but this is an universal language and, I would like that this history change many lives, in many places... I would like that it can reach many lost souls that think life doesn't make any sense. Well, one day, for someone, it will...



"I was walking around in a supermarket when i saw a cashier hand this little boy his money back, the boy couldn't have been more than 5 or 6 years old. The Cashier said, 'I'm sorry, but you don't have enough money to buy this doll.'' The little boy turned to the old woman next to him, ''Granny, are you sure I don't have enough money?'' She replied, ''You know that you don't have enough money to buy this doll, my dear.'' Then she asked him to stay there for just 5 minutes while she went to look around. She left quickly. The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand. Finally, I walked toward him and I asked him who he wished to give this doll to. 'It's the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much for Christmas. She was sure that Santa Claus would bring it to her.' I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus would bring it to her after all, and not to worry. But he replied to me sadly. 'No, Santa Claus can't bring it to her where she is now. I have to give the doll to my mommy so that she can give it to my sister when she goes there.' His eyes were so sad while saying this, 'My Sister has gone to be with God. Daddy says that Mommy is going to see God very soon too, so I thought that she could take the doll with her to give it to my sister.'' My heart nearly stopped. The little boy looked up at me and said, 'I told daddy to tell mommy not to go yet. I need her to wait until I come back from the mall.' Then he showed me a very nice photo of himself. He was laughing. He then told me 'I want mommy to take my picture with her so she won't forget me.' 'I love my mommy and I wish she didn't have to leave me, but daddy says that she has to go to be with my little sister.' Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly. I quickly reached for my wallet and said to the boy. 'Suppose we check again, just in case you do have enough money for the doll!'' OK' he said, 'I hope I do have enough.' I added some of my money to his without him seeing and we started to count it. There was enough for the doll and even some spare money. The little boy said, 'Thank you God for giving me enough money!' Then he looked at me and added, 'I asked last night before I went to sleep for God to make sure I had enough money to buy this doll, so that mommy could give it to my sister. He heard me!'' 'I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mommy, but I didn't dare to ask God for too much. But He gave me enough to buy the doll and a white rose.'' 'My mommy loves white roses.' A few minutes later, the old lady returned and I left with my basket. I finished my shopping in a totally different state of mind from when I started. I couldn't get the little boy out of my mind. Then I remembered a local newspaper article two days ago, which mentioned a drunk man in a truck, who hit a car occupied by a young woman and a little girl. The little girl died right away and the mother was left in a critical state. The family had to decide whether to pull the plug on the life-sustaining machine because the young woman would not be able to recover from the coma. Was this the family of the little boy? Two days after this encounter with the little boy I read in the newspaper that the young woman had passed away. I couldn't stop myself as I bought a bunch of white roses and I went to the funeral home where the body of the young woman was for people to see and make last wishes before her burial. She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rose in her hand with the photo of the little boy and the doll placed over her chest. I left the place, teary-eyed, feeling that my life had been changed forever. The love that the little boy had for his mother and his sister is still, to this day, hard to imagine, and in a fraction of a second, a drunk driver had taken all this away from him. Now you have 2 choices: (1) Copy & Paste this on your wall (2) Ignore it as if it never touched your heart..."

...and more than choose the alternative (1), I copy & paste this history to my heart, because this is a meaning of the life and that why we live for...



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domingo, 11 de setembro de 2011

09/11

Sempre que eu tenho algo a dizer, e eu quero dizer, eu venho aqui. Este foi o local que eu escolhi prá me expressar. Prá dizer o que eu tenho vontade. Pode ser que nem todos que venham a me ler concordem comigo, mas como este espaço é meu, eu me sinto à vontade prá dizer o que eu quiser. Assim...

Estou acompanhando, neste momento, a cerimônia, em NY, que está sendo realizada em homenagem às vítimas do 09/11. Várias coisas foram ditas nesses 10 anos. Várias teorias foram levantadas, inclusive as da Conspiração - que eu tanto gosto! Várias explicações. Tudo seguido de intolerância, preconceito e fanatismo, sem falar, lógico, de todo o ódio e agressão e de toda violência gerada pelo medo. O medo é um dos piores e, paradoxalmente, um dos melhores sentimentos que podem ocorrer num ser vivo. O medo ajuda, mas também atrapalha. O medo nos leva a ter cautela, mas também nos leva à ignorância. Mas, compreensivelmente, o medo também nos leva a rezar. Quem não chamou por Deus ou pelo seu santo de devoção na hora do pavor? Na hora do desespero? Na hora em que se viu incondicionavelmente em perigo? E é aí que eu quero chegar. Deus. Sejamos cristãos, judeus, muçulmanos, árabes - ou qualquer outra crença, credo ou religião - todos temos Deus no nosso coração. E, por mais que não tenhamos o discernimento, Deus é só um. O bem que ele representa é igual para todos. Igualdade. Essa é a palavra. Aqui, neste lugar que hoje estamos, chamado Terra, quer consigamos entender, ou não, somos todos iguais. E, certamente, essa energia superior... esse Deus há de nos amar igualmente a todos, porque - e essa é uma opinião minha -, Deus é justiça e a justiça nem sempre está ligada à bondade. Talvez por isso tantas guerras e tanta opressão. Porque não somos capazes de entender, ainda, a grandeza desse amor. 

Vejam bem, isto não é um discurso religioso. Não estou aqui fazendo a "apologia da fé". Só gostaria de poder provocar uma reflexão... E que as pessoas que, por ventura me lerem, procurassem entender o quão importante é respeitar e amar o próximo. Se houve um homem, chamado Jesus, que foi capaz desse sentimento, por que nós, "pobres mortais" não seremos, não é?



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