A deeply religious Rabbi lived happily with his family, an admirable woman and two dear sons. One time, he had to be away from home for several days due to work. When he was away, a serious car accident killed his two boys.
Alone, the mother suffered in silence. But being a strong woman, backed up by her faith and trust in God, she endured the shock with dignity and bravery. However, she constantly worried how she was going to break this sad news to her husband. Even though he was a man of faith, he had already been admitted to the hospital for cardiac problems in the past and his wife feared that learning about the tragedy would kill him too.
On the eve of her husband’s arrival, she prayed earnestly and was given the grace of an answer.
On the following day, the Rabbi returned home, embraced his wife warmly and asked for their sons.
His wife told him not to worry about that, he should take a shower and rest.
Hours later, both of them sat down to have lunch.
She asked him for details about his journey, he told her about everything he had experienced, spoke of God’s mercy, but asked about the boys again.
His wife, in a quiet embarrassed posture, answered her husband, “Leave them alone, we’ll worry about them later. First I want you to help me solve a problem I consider serious.”
Her husband, already worried, asked, “What happened? I noticed you are worn! Tell me everything that goes through your soul and I am sure we will solve any problem together, with the help of God.”
“While you were away, a friend of ours visited me and left two jewels of incalculable worth for us to save. Those are very precious jewels! I have never seen something so stunning! He is coming to get them back and I don’t want to give them back to him as I have already taken a liking to them. What do you say?”
“Well now, woman! I don’t understand you! Vanities have never appealed to you!”
“It is that I had never seen such jewels! I can’t accept the idea of losing them forever!”
And the Rabbi answered:
“No one loses what he doesn’t own. Keeping them would be like stealing! We are going to return them and I will help you get over them. We will do that together, today.”
“Very well, my dear, as you wish. The treasure will be returned. In truth, that has already been done. The precious jewels were our sons. God trusted us their guard and during your trip he came to get them. They are gone…”
The Rabbi embraced his wife, and together they shed many tears, but he had understood the message and from that day on they fought to overcome the loss together.
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Thìs is a very touching story.
This summer I was going back home after a year from university. Had planned a surprise visit as it was my fathers 50th Birthday. On our way back from the airport he passed away in a terrible accident. I was in the car next to him. No harm came to me but he left us. Reading this has given me so much strength. I’m only a young girl and will probably continue fighting with God but your words have reduced the anger a great deal. Going to share it with my mom. Thank you.
May your father’s Soul Rest in Peace.
Misterio da vida, sabemos que é a única certeza, mas perder as pessoas queridas, é uma dor que só Deus tem um sedativo.
due anni fa in una mattina di primavera il Signore a richiamato a se mio padre! L’ha fatto cosi all’improvviso che nessuno di noi ha avuto il tempo di salutarlo, una vita di competizione e rivalità fra me e lui si è dissolta in un attimo. beh oggi io ringrazio il Signore perchè ha dato il via alla mia rinascità e rigrazio con tutto l’amore che ho nel cuore mio padre che mi ha insegnato ad essere un uomo senza che io neppure me ne accorgessi. Grazie Claudio, grazie Dio.
“There were a lot of gods. Gods always come in handy, they justify almost anything.” Margaret Atwood
“These people walk by a widow deformed by leprosy…walk by children dressed in rags living in the street, and they think, ‘Business as usual.’ But if they perceive a slight against God, it is a different story. Their faces go red, their chests heave mightily, they sputter angry words. The degree of their indignation is astonishing. Their resolve is frightening.” Yann Martel
“One of the truly bad effects of religion is that it teaches us that it is a virtue to be satisfied with not understanding.” Richard Dawkins
Dear Paolo,
this is a very inspirational story, you are truly blessed with a great talent.
Friends for life bro ,thanks Paulo :) blessings
La perte d’un être cher est difficile à traverser par tout le monde. L’amour que nous offrons aux autres est proportionnelle à la douleur que nous ressentons dans l’absence . Parfois un petit chien vient combler le manque car il demande des soins et des regards affectifs qui nous poussent à nous occuper mieux de lui afin de ne plus ressentir de la peine . Les souvenirs les plus beaux passés avec les disparus doivent nous aider à surmonter la douleur del’absence . Parfoisbeaucoup de foi nous aide à passer ce douloureux moment que la perte d’un être cher vous procure . Nous sommes de passage sur cette Terre mais nous ne désirons pas laisser de mauvaises traces , nous ne voulons pas que notre départ soit maculé de malheurs ou de douleurs pour ceux qui nous entourent . Quand un vieil arbre meurt, il reste quelques pousses au pied pour donner de petites touffes de vie. Mais un petit arbre cassé laisse un petit bout de tige et repousse dans tous les sens mais celui qui est arraché laisse un petit trou dans la terre mais on peut y replanter un petit plant de pommiers, qui vous donneront de jolies fleurs blanches , ainsi que de beaux fruits pour en faire une petite compote . C’est ainsi qu’on laisse une empreinte dans notre vie en procurant du plaisir aux autres . Il suffit de quelques racines pour voir sortir un autre plant touffu mais un humain laisse de beaux souvenirs lorsqu’il part mais la douleur s’estompe peu à peu lorsqu’on a la foi et qu’on garde un beau souvenir des gens que l’on a aimés . Il faut savoir s’écarter des autres afin de mieux les apprécier . Un petit chagrin vaut mieux qu’une grande souffrance mais celle ci est incompréhensible et imprenable par les autres . Quelquefois il vaut mieux savoir s’écarter pour mieux apprécier les gens de sa famille . Ce n’est pas un suicide mais se retrouver pour mieux se retrouver avec les autres membres aimés, les enfants, les soeurs, les frères, les parents . Un jour nous nous retrouverons tous quelquepart ……..
Quando a morte é uma fatalidade é mais fácil aceitá-la apesar da dor, mas quando percebemos que há um mal por trás , um propósito direcionado em atingir o ser humano de uma forma cruel , culposa e covarde é revoltante , capaz de levar a loucura e um sofrimento sem fim…
en verdad señor coelho ME IMPRESIONA SU OBRA A MI ME PARECE MUY BUENA,GRACIAS POR DARNOS TANTAS LINDAS HISTORIAS
“Para que ter ouro na vida,nossa saude vale ouro e ser feliz viver agradecer a Deus de estar vivo correr brincar dar valor nas pequenas coisas ,como acordar com os cantos dos passaros ,receber um presente de Deus e São Francisco um ninho de passarinho na tua porta ,voce olha agradece a Deus melhor que ganhar na loteria …
I GET EXCITED WHEN I’M ABOUT TO READ YOUR BLOG! I know always it’s going to climax my senses. WOW!
Your words are truly inspiring! Thanks for sharing these nice stories with us!
Your words are truly inspiring!
Very meanful article,thanks for the lesson.
Dear Sir I wanted to share with you the importance of your blog. Its been weeks since I had read your blog the last time as my college and exams had kept very busy. Everyday I always felt a bit uneasy, my thoughts not getting expressed in the right way, my thinking spectrum shrank everyday, my questions left unanswered. But today when I read your lovely and mesmerizing stories , I felt really good at heart and at soul! Its as if I quenched my heart’s thirst! Thank you so much for this. I think I am again on the right track like before! Thank you so much!
Warm greetings.
You are great! Your words are always perfectly written. Ever think of coming to the University of California Davis?
Very nice. Reminded me of Kahlil Gibran’s ‘On Children’
this a awesum note… waiting for ur next book.
Domenica è morta la mia cagnolina, compagna di vita da tredici anni. Sto piangendo: perchè tanto dolore?
Perchè un così profondo senso di abbandono?
Si può amare così tanto una creatura che tutti chiamano “cane”, ma che io definisco “creatura” piena di amore, attaccamento sincero, fedeltà, riconoscenza, remissività, amicizia…?
Non ci sarebbe consolazione se non pensassi che questa creatura è stato un immenso regalo della vita, un gioiello preso a prestito e non un possesso.
Ciao Luna! Ora, finalmente, puoi volare libera.
Grazie, Paulo. Mi consolano le parole che ho letto nel tuo post.
Se è vero, come dici tu, che le persone arrivano là dove sono attese, io ti confermo che anche le parole arrivano là dove c’è bisogno di consolazione.
Grazie di cuore per le tue parole.
Quelli che amiamo e condividiamo la nostra vita per un momento, rimarranno per sempre vivi nella nostra memoria, fino a quando il nostro cuore accanto a loro.
Ciò che conta, piuttosto che la loro assenza ci trafigge il cuore, è la gioia di aver conosciuto, e hanno condiviso con loro alcuni momenti di felicità.
Quando l’assenza è meno duro, la memoria resta per facilitare la mancanza.
Non so.. traducono molto bene in italiano, ma Penso di capire il tuo dolore abbastanza come ogni persona che ama i cani.
Those we love and share our lives for a moment, remain forever alive in our memories, as long as our heart there for them.
What matters, rather than their absence which we pierces the heart, it is the joy of to have known, and of having shared with them a few moments of happiness.
When the absence is less hard , the memory remains, to sweeten the missing.
Your words always so touchy . Your blog is a tremendous source of inspiration to our soul
Thank you dearest Paulo. …a sweet reminder of how precious each one of us is in the heart of our Lord. (((LOVE)))
Always a pleasure to read your blog
Why do we all cry
And what could be lost in truth
When our dear ones die
My baby girl died
Please give me a twenty pounds
Just to bury her
My melancholy
Keeps asking this sad question
What in me must die
Per-Son-ification
Means you are heaven sent
God’s revelation
Beautiful…
nice article
what are we without faith, wisdom?
INVERENTIAL PEACE!
Wonderful story!My biggest fear is losing my son..believing in god gives me no reason to have this fear.god bless all the ninos and ninas of the world..
Hi Sir Paulo…i just read your book which is truly brilliant and genius !!! The Alchemist is ssssssssssooooooooooooo AWESOME!! Anyway, i just wanted to share my opinion toward these article…The Two Jewels. Actually, this article sounds not new to me because in Islam, we have this more or less this ‘story’. I’m sure u’ve read about it and i agree with the point that nothing in this world is belong to us. Everything is definitely ‘loaned’ and ‘provided’ by Allah (because i’m Muslim) and will be returned to Him whenever He wants it. He loaned to us just for the sake of our ‘fitrah’ as a human being that we need them to make our life cherish i.e. love, money, air, water, oxygen, food, shelter, friends, family and the list goes on.. But again, all of these DO NOT belong to us…So, with this, we can accept any loss…. :) Whatever it is, this article is very meaningful that we have to fight to overcome the loss together.
yeah .. i have heard this story as well and read it in an Islamic book..
But like there is Saying in Arabic .. ”When some thing is repeated more and more ,it takes its place in our hearts”..
So Great work Sir Paulo .. I have read almost every book of yours. Very Inspirational and thoughtful.
Great story!
Also so eine scheinheilige Geschichte habe ich schon sehr lange nicht mehr gehört. Es tut mir leid aber ich kann mir nicht vorstellen, dass es auch nur eine Frau auf dieser Erde gibt, die so ruhig in solch einer schweren Zeit bleibt. Solch ein Schicksalsschlag wirft alle normalen Menschen aus der Bahn und lässt uns alles in Frage stellen, vor allem den Glauben! Man opfert sich auf und kämpft jeden Tag für seine Kinder und auf einmal nimmt er sie einem weg. Und das nimmt man einfach so hin weil sie einem anscheinend überhaupt nicht gehören? Für mich und alle anderen normalen Menschen würde die komplette Welt zusammen brechen und keinen Sinn mehr ergeben.
Also mit dieser Geschichte, mein leiber Herr Coelho, haben Sie mich etwas enttäuscht. Ich hatte Sie mir realistischer vorgestellt. Dieser Text soll einem zwar Kraft und Glauben geben in schweren Zeiten aber das Beispiel, dass die Kinder sterben und man akzeptiert es eifach so weil es Gottes willen ist….Kann ich mir nicht vorstellen.
Natürlich überlebt man es und sucht Gründe um es zu verstehen und es akzeptieren zu können aber nicht so schnell und schenheilig wie in er Geschichte.
Bisouxxxx Heidi
ES CIERTO ES TERRIBLE,PERO NOS HACE REFLEXIONAR,DESPUES DE ESO ME DEJARIA MORIR AL PRINCIPIO ,LUEGO POR MIS IDEAS ,SEGUIRIA VIVA Y DARIA MI VIDA A LOS NIÑOS QUE NECESITARAN DE UNA MADRE.SERIA ESO ,NO VOLVERIA JAMAS A MI VIDA NORMAL.
HI Paulo. I just read The Alchemist. It was so inspiring, I read it 2 times already. I finally found my alchemist; it is you.
Thank U again.
Suffering is because of attachment/Liking?
Suffering is only down to any illusions that one creates in the head. There are no such things as “problems” as we are creatures that are able to deal with anything that crosses the personal path in a creative way. We are longing for beautiful events of the past as well as something to be forever but it is the power of surprise, the magic of now that turns tears into smiling – from the cry of birth until the silence of death. The only one thing we own and that is of “real” value is our personal experience.
I am in love with this life!
Thanks paulo. Indeed a fine way to break the sad news.
A strong message and also it shows how lucky one is to have a life partner that the other can trust as well as find comfort in – even with this great loss, the Rabbi is still a blessed man. Thanks again Paulo.
Weeping for the dead. I know that, but the heart heals. Especially the good. They always die quicker. The Good Lord took our friend Paul long ago, after giving us him, like the very jewel above, like a light to heaven.
Jewels
Je, we, el es
I, we, he is (GOD)
we are all connected
it is a binding through the stories
parents grandparents and children ,the future
It reminds me of the ‘Manuscripto encontrado em Accra’
with love and faith
Marie-Christine
Very moving story!
Just came in those days when I have been thinking about the most precious jewels of mine that I have lost in such a short time and about the deep impact that they always haVE in my life. It makes me fear of the loss of others and it changed so much the way I see life.
I haven’t really overcome the loss yet and I keep trying to detach myself from the way they have impacted my life, but maybe all I need to do, is to JUST detach, let go, overcome that, once for all.
Maybe I haven’t shed all of my tears, maybe I have been trying ‘to be strong’ for too long, so I can’t keep in my mind and heart beautiful memories about them, instead of fear.
Beautiful story!
Thank you Paulo! :)
<3
Hard. Very painful experience.
Our time on this earth will not last a second across the universe, but for us it is our treasure. This life is precious by love that we can share with our children, our friends, our loves. It is this track that aissera soul in time.
We meet again those we love on another plane of consciousness? I hope with all my heart … with all my soul …..
How could we ever lose things that we liked so much ?
These are all grains of love are our treasure, and a few minutes spent to share this love, are the jewels that illuminate our path.
M. Chris
joias como essas sao inesqueciveis eu tambem ja perdi e sei como e a dor
Do momento em que o ser humano nao entender que tudo e transitorio, ele nao conseguira entender nenhum misterio sobre a existencia e a vontade de Deus.
Forte abraco, Maksuda.
Maktub
Sabias palabras… Hace 1 semana terminé de leer Aleph…
Hilal me representa en todo sentido. Hasta conseguir lo que quiere, no para. A veces sin saber que lo quiere…
Gracias por contarnos tu historia, llegas muy lejos con tus palabras… y los libros son tesoros que duran para la posteridad… Tengo muchas ganas de conocerte algún día… Sé que lo haré.. SALUDOS!
Pero Paulo, dáme tú a mí, también, la gracia de una repuesta y díme si eras tú el que paseaba en Agosto entre las Termas y la Iglesia
Sir.From past 2\3 days I was not in good state .This evening I thought if i open your Blog I will be come fresh automatically.But to days’post reminded me my shock. i have lost two of my closest member in my family. i do not know why God gave me such punishment,though i never did any wrong, …….I know every thing goes as all mighty’s wish …….
Hay que tener mucho amor y ser un ser muy especial para poder ayudar a superar un momento asi ,o cualquier otro con respecto a los hijos ,muchas veces el hombre principalmente suele culpar a la mujer por los problemas de los hijos .
Esto es admirable ,pero no siempre es como esta historia.
Las mujeres solemos cargar con todas las culpas y lo peor que nos convencen de que es asi.
saludos
There’s no better example of the old axiom “It’s not what happens to you that matters, it’s how you react to it.” Bravo, maestro!
Complete trust is when we truly believe there is a precious life after this. We no longer need to fear death. Complete trust in love is like you explain in Brida, when love doesn’t possess, because love given can never be taken away, as long as we keep it in our hearts.
Esta historia me ha recordado una película que ví que me impresionó mucho. Tiene que ver un poco en la estructura a La Divina Comedia de Dante. La película se llamaba “Más allá de los sueños” y trata sobre un matrimonio que pierden dos hijos, después el marido también muere en un accidente y la esposa se suicida. El alma del marido a ido a un lugar y desde ese lugar intenta ayudar a su esposa, pasa una serie de aventuras espirituales y al final (cuando la mujer se ha suicidado) descubre que las almas que le acompañan son sus dos hijos y un profesor que tuvo de niño al que tenía un gran aprecio. Descubre que su esposa ha ido a parar al infierno porque ha perdido la fé y ha olvidado quien era. El marido baja hasta los infiernos para buscarla y salvarla…esta parte me emocionó muchísimo, porque el infierno se está llevando el alma de su esposa y él no quiere perderla, en un acto de fé le habla a la sombra de lo que era el alma de su esposa y le pide que le recuerde, que recuerde el amor que los unió. El profesor le dice que tienen que salir de allí, que no les queda tiempo. Entonces el marido se queda, y dice “no pienso dejarla, si ésto la arrastra a la oscuridad…yo también me voy con ella”. Entonces ocurre el milagro, su mujer recupera la memoria y consiguen salvarse los dos. El hombre llora y le dice que no se preocupe, que volverán a nacer y volverán a encontrarse y la señal será un barquito de vela. Después se ve una imagen de una niña y un niño en un lago, hay un barquito de vela, el niño se acerca a la niña y le dice “¿me recuerdas? soy yo, te prometí que volveríamos a encontrarnos, todo saldrá bien, seremos mayores y volveremos a tener a nuestros dos hijos”. La niña sonríe y le dice “claro que te recuerdo, gracias por quererme tanto”. Una historia muy rara pero muy bonita.
BELLISIMA LA PELICULA Y TAMBIEN PENSE LO DE LA DIVINA COMEDIA.
Hola!
entonces seguro que también te encantarían otras dos películas preciosas que a mi me emocionaron mucho. “El lenguaje secreto de las palabras” y “Mi vida sin mi”. Son películas un poco raras y tristes pero muy hermosas y emotivas. “El lenguaje secreto de las palabras” me gustó muchísimo por la capacidad de los personajes en superar sus propios dolores y aprender a volver a amar de nuevo. En “Mi vida sin mi” me gustó la capacidad emocional de la protagonista para poder arreglar las vidas de todos aquellos que forman parte de su vida, es una película triste pero me emocionó muchísimo por el valor y el amor que refleja.
Un abrazo,
Toñi.
Very sad story but beautiful too <3
Love Jessica