By Paulo Coelho
The writer Leo Buscaglia was once invited to be on the jury of a school competition to find ‘the child who cared most for others’.
The winner was a boy whose neighbour, a gentleman of over eighty, had just been widowed. When he saw the old man sitting in his garden crying, the boy jumped over the fence, sat on the man’s lap and stayed there for a long time.
When he went back home, his mother asked him what he had said to the poor man.
‘Nothing,’ said the boy. ‘He’s lost his wife and that must have really hurt. I just went over to help him to cry.’
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children are the abode of gods,thats what my mother was recently sad about.She had to stay with my dad on one of his political jaunts,to keep him grounded. We all surely remember our early memories of ourselves,what we dont remember are the connections to the infinite ( may be god for you ).Why have we become so limited that we even use up our greatgrandchildrens due today, without a thought?
the answer my friends, is minimal,look around you, the people most happy are the ones satisfied with less, and trying to beat their own record.
bo0om
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Gestures from the heart say more than a thousand words. Gestures from the heart are more sincere than a thousand words. Money can’t buy these gestures because the heart cannot be corrupted.
Best wishes.
Olá Paulo! Atma Namaste! :)
That’s what real friends are for! Sometimes we just need the silent presence of another soul by our side to be ok again.
This message is really beautiful and sweet, thank you!
Love & Light!
Beijo!
Marta :)
What a sweetie …. sounds just like one of my own son’s actually.
A touching beautifeul story Mr Coelho…
have a lovely weekend,
Signs of innocence and a pure heart.
No matter what age you are, sometimes instinct is the best teacher. That little boy knew exactly what the man needed more than anything.
With Love,
Celia
xxxx