O maior conquistador não é aquele que conquista grandes coisas, mas sim o que conquista as pequenas e as torna grandes!


segunda-feira, 12 de setembro de 2022


THE SONS OF DEATH
I am an angel of death, for centuries I have walked among you. No one can see me and I honestly don't care about their rotten world.
It all started on a cold winter morning. I was summoned by fate to collect the soul of a sick man.
Between cries and lamentations I took the soul and took it out of her body, ignoring the screams of all who begged for her dead.
When I observed her two children (a little girl about 7 years old and a boy about 9 years old) in a corner bewildered, it was as if they could see me, but they didn't beg, they just watched me in silence.
The house was very humble and I heard the neighbors murmur about that mom wasn't attending to them and that at the time she would be drunk in a canteen, not even knowing what had happened.
For the next few days I walked these streets and could observe these children alone, battered, with cloths and without food. Their mother didn't show up and neighbors handed them scraps through a broken window.
Months went by, and I started to see mother having love affairs with a guy who wasn't a good thorn. He lived with them but abused the children, forcing them to do heavy jobs and beating them all day long.
I noticed so much injustice that at that moment I began to think if what those children had was really life, broken shoes, dirty clothes, running errands to get some food. They were such good brothers that they shared everything.
I accompanied them many cold nights, the child always behaved brave, protecting his sister, giving him the biggest piece of bread saying that he was a magical being who didn't need food.
Meanwhile, the stepdad used to watch them when mom wasn't looking, and I noticed the bad intentions in his eyes.
They don't know how many times I caressed his heart to alert him that I wasn't very satisfied with his life.
But I can't take anyone without being ordered. That's the golden rule, I'm just a lackey of fate, and as much as I want to start a life, I must not do it if I'm not requested.
There are mothers who don't deserve the unconditional love of their children.
One afternoon fate requested my presence in that house. Got in as soon as I could. Will it be the kids?
I walked in, and the stepfather was wrestling with the kid, and slapped him against the wall. The girl was agonizing with torn clothes.
The child on his last breath begged me not to do anything to him, and suddenly his soul became a bright little sphere that I could touch. The stepfather walked up to the girl making her pants uncomfortable.
Disobeying fate, I took her heart and broke it into pieces. He fell to his knees a few meters from the girl. Her airless face looked at me, her eyes revealed to me and she could observe me, fear was reflected in her eyes, I saw him and took out her soul, I left it there in the middle of nowhere.
My agonizing girl gave me a smile and said take me to the big castle with white horses.
I took her between my arms and in delicate form I took her soul out and put it in my velvet bag along with her brother's, and I handed them over to the ETERNAL, with the promise of giving her the most beautiful of the heavens. Life was her hell, it was time to have peace.
I never saw the kids again, where they are now is a beautiful place that I can't get to, but I know that being together in that place, they can truly call it home...
And it is that, how many of us witness an abuse and act like the mother, allowing and not acting also makes us accomplices; for my part, I will choose to be like the mu3rt3, I will not remain silent or become part of the system. Let's be part of the solution and not the problem!.

Karina Melgar -  FB

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1) Never apologize for acting on your instincts.
2) Never apologize for being passionate.
3) Never apologize for being smart.
4) Never apologize for demanding respect.
5) Never apologize for saying no.
6) Never apologize for not embracing someone else's agenda.
7) Never apologize for disagreeing.
8) Never apologize for your faith.
9) Never apologize for your own sense of creativity.
10) Never apologize for ordering dessert.
11) Never apologize for being funny.
12) Never apologize for living your truth.


Every one of us casts a shadow.

There hangs about us, a sort of a strange, indefinable something, which we call personal influence--that has its effect on every other life on which it falls. It goes with us wherever we go. It is not something we can have when we want to have it--and then lay aside when we will, as we lay aside a garment. It is something that always pours out from our lives . . . as light from a lamp, as heat from flame, as perfume from a flower.

The ministry of personal influence is something very wonderful. Without being conscious of it, we are always impressing others by this strange power that exudes from us. Others watch us--and their thinking and actions are modified by our influence."

"Be very careful, then, how you live--not as unwise but as wise, making the most of every opportunity." Ephesians 5:15-16

~J. R. Miller, "The Shadows We Cast"

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