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Spiritism for Kids - Célia Xavier Camargo - Portuguese  Spanish
Year 4 - N° 204 - April 10, 2011

  Translation
Johnny Silveira - silveirajohnny@yahoo.com

 

The Rain

  

The day was bright and sunny.

The neighbourhood was quiet, almost motionless, and the children used to play with their neighbours on the street.

That day, Tom, which was six years old, invited his friends to play ball in the street. They were very into the game, when the weather began to change. Heavy clouds were looming on the horizon, moving constantly, until the sun disappeared. Everything went black. It seemed night!

Before long, thick raindrops began to fall. Lightning streaked across the sky, followed by deafening thunder. The boys looked for shelter under Tom's porch, waiting for the rain to stop so they could resume their game.

Meanwhile, they were talking, exchanging ideas about school when they began arguing. It was common

that it would happen, because Tom, who was very proud, loved to show he was better than the others, thinking he was the smartest, most intelligent and most capable.

Half an hour later the rain had stopped and the boys were preparing to return to the game, even with the wet street when they began to hear a different noise, as if rocks were falling on the roof. They soon realized the reason.

They actually were. There were chunks of ice hitting the roof and falling on the ground. The boys had never seen a hailstorm and were surprised. They forgot about the recent misunderstanding and were delighted with the event.

When it stopped raining stones, they ran to the middle of the street picking them up and noticing that they were indeed ice. They put them in their mouths, then they began to play, throwing them at each other, and decided to see who could collect and eat the most hail stones. And then they counted: One! Two!Three! Go!! 

Tom, always judging himself the cleverest of the gang, decided to act differently. He took the stones and kept them in his pocket.

Soon the sun started shinning and the day was beautiful again. Even more beautiful now because everything was clean and bright, air, plants, side-walks, everything.

When the boys saw, with sorrow, that the rocks were melting in the street, Tom puffed out his chest and decided to show the others that he was the smartest:

- See how silly you are? I was the only one keeping the stones! ...

Then, reaching his hands into his trouser pockets, he tried to grab the stones that he had put away so carefully to show his friends, but found nothing.

Surprised and disappointed because he had saved the stones very well, Tom realized that he just got water on his hands.

He withdrew his wet hands from his pockets and tilting his head, he looked at himself and saw that his trousers were also wet. The others did not contain their laughter, pleased to see Tom humiliated, because he always wanted to be more than the others.

The boy remained with his head down, upset. However, his best friend, Philip, pitiful to see him in that situation, approached and said:

- Do not be sad, Tom. We have all made mistakes too. Everyone makes mistakes! Every day we learn a little more. I have learned from my mother that Jesus taught us to always do unto others as we want others to do unto us. This way you can't go wrong.

Tom looked at his friend who had been so generous with him, and thought that if the fact had happened to any of the others, he would not have missed the opportunity to ridicule them. Then he gave Philip a hug.

- You are quite right. Thanks, Philip.
 
Then Tom thought for a moment, and looking at every one of his friends, said:

- Just now I realized how annoying I've been with you. I apologize for all the times that I have hurt your feelings. Can you forgive me?

The others exchanged glances of understanding, then ran to embrace him.

- Tom, we're friends, right?

Tom agreed with a smile of relief and catching the ball, invited:

- It's true. So let's continue the game?



Meimei



(Text based on real life facts. Received by Celia X. Camacho on 21/03/2011.)


 



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