On one occasion walking through the streets of my colorful and lively town, something very strange happened and I had never seen. The sky darkened, the birds returned to their nests, the roosters crowded and the people in a surprised way stared at the sky and others ran without direction.
But something more strange happened, an old man takes me by the hand and as a very rare thing I do not feel fear, I just look him in the eyes and with a gesture on my face I let him know that I wanted to know what I needed, he told me , every so often by divine work, a person is given the opportunity to tell and make known the history of their life, and it is up to the same person to find someone who can make it known.
I was paralyzed, I wanted to run and I could not, so I asked him why he chose me? the very intelligent way, and as if he knew that touching my most sensitive side would achieve it (help the neighbor), he said, they have shown me your heart, your human side and the desire that the world knows about your existence, I know you will understand then It is so important to know that the HISTORY OF MY LIFE is in the right hands and will be known at the end.
Then we proposed to walk and a little quieter and less scared I told him to tell me and take my paper and pencil bag, I did not want to miss anything, but remember that at first the sky darkened? Well I could not help but ask what was the reason, without hesitation he told me, go calmly and pay attention to all your surroundings, then you will understand. I calm down his answer but I still had the intrigue, we continued walking the streets, where there was no one left and then started talking. He began to tell me from his childhood and everything he did with his friends, but at the same time he was telling me, in the middle of the darkness he was recreating each and every one of his words, as an illustration but in a real way , not missing a detail, the children playing, the park, the trees and the whole environment full color, I stopped listening to his voice and was amazed by all this panorama. Then I went back to the thread of the story and that's where I understood why the sky darkened and only he and I were left.
I kept narrating everything about his life and every word he said was surprising as it was forming, like a movie, he was the narrator and someone was creating and recording every word, every point and every comma and immediately releasing the recording through a projector, everything was very fast and real, as real as a movie in four dimensions, it was as if I was in the middle of a war, I could see, feel as they passed by my side and their voices, I was involved in every detail, just that was not part of the story.
After a few hours and almost at the end of the story, I could understand why it was necessary for his life to be known. One of many days when he as a child went out to play with him and other children, some men took him away and since then he never saw his family again, they were locked up and maybe taken to another country he never knew, only Some time later he had the opportunity to flee and he only ran and ran until he lost track of everything that had made him lose his life, his childhood, his family and the great things that life might have prepared for him.
He never knew where he was or where he was going, he just left and spent every minute trying to find his family, but because he was very nile when he was taken away, he never knew what his home was called or his mother's name. I just called her mom.
Then I decided, to perform one of the greatest and most dangerous exploits. To launch in free fall of the jump high of the world (jump angel) and the same to be recorded and then to show it to the world and in that way then there would be the possibility of finding his family.
Without hesitation he took his parachute and launched, with the desire and immense desire to have a meeting with his family forgot to check the parachute and did not realize he was broken and the parachute never came, so he did not give him a chance to record and it is there where his HISTORY TERMINATED.
Now, today I have the opportunity to choose and I know that you will tell it, maybe my family will not know that one day I will look for them and that I will not, but many will know that we should never give up and that the fight It always has its reward. Maybe one of those people who are responsible for snatching a child from a family to see the suffering it causes and through this story his heart is touched and not be part of the destruction of the heart of a mother or father.
And suddenly I just heard a thank you and everything became clear, the birds came out again, the people resumed their courses and as if nothing had happened at the end of the town I was.
And this is history
from a stranger
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