A Coffee to heal

The good news of the day is that I managed to change the battery of my cell phone, it was damaged and doing things, like listening to my favorite playlist while walking to fulfill my daily responsibilities agenda, now it is the trophy that was back in my hands, a simple action that is worth as much as the first coffee in the morning.

"Today is a normal day, but I'm going to make it intense, today the sun may go out, but not the light of my soul", Oh! what a beautiful song, it stokes the fire inside me, like the warrior's oracle.

With a deep breath the road begins, as I am hypnotized by the scent of roses, I love spring, although lately not everything has gone well, here and now is a good time.

A stranger on the street has wanted to make fun of the way I walk, I have a long way to go in the practice of looking deaf to offenses, but they always manage to wipe the smile off my face, even for a minute, maybe it's karma balancing me out for my ironic opinion about Britney Spears' mental health. When I'm playing the judge I forget that tomorrow it could be me, the victim of prejudice.

I need a coffee to relax and move on.

The truth is that these unfortunate events remind me of those people in high school who had problems with my presence, I remember perfectly their names and surnames, for a long time I asked for justice, then, in my prayer and healing process, I asked for mercy.

In God's time the unexpected happened, an event that would become a testimony.

I received a call, He claimed to be Pirlampo, I only know one, that guy I remember, he even hit me for fun, I did not know how to act, he removed all that past that I managed to hide in the basement under lock and key with self-esteem therapies.

I did not want to leave my nerves in evidence, and I told him that I did remember his name and his teenage face, he told me he was visiting the city and wanted to have a coffee with me and some friends, that invitation took me out of orbit and my immediate response was negative, using my multiple occupations as an excuse, to my surprise the man insisted on calling me the following days.

I listened to my intuition, from my eyes, perhaps it was a moment that life presented to me to close a cycle, I agreed to go to the meeting.

A table in the most incognito corner of the place, long moments of silence, it was difficult to break the ice, the other guests never arrived, in Pirlampo's face was drawn the trace of anxiety, breathing and cut words, a deep and somber look, minutes later, only he spoke....

— I have a son with mild autism, he does not relate to anyone, he suffers bullying at school, without speaking, he is leaving evidence of depression, I did not know that a child could suffer like this, it will be the time he had to live, the doctor says that I am getting sick with worry as collateral damage of the situation, I take refuge in sports, metaphysics, meditation and I have discerned things, until recently I felt death near and I decided to ask forgiveness to all the people I have hurt in the past to relieve the weight on my back, that is why I am here, now I am aware of the damage I could have caused you.

I was speechless, I just drank my coffee to digest the moment and finally opened my mouth....

— I am satisfied with the person I have become, my story with you was a very dark stage, because, "what does not kill you makes you stronger", now I am able to understand, put myself in the shoes of others, from there help to build and not destroy, the stones in my path have forged a character, every morning in front of the mirror, I repeat a fragment of the prayer of serenity...

"Lord, grant me serenity to accept all that I cannot change, courage to change what I am able to change and wisdom to understand the difference".

Pirlampo and I talked about many other things, he is a wise man, while he spoke, I thought about the experiences he lived through to make that radical change, I told him to tuck his son in, to show his understanding and protection, with God's favor they would move forward....

The farewell came, on the way home I thought about the power of doing good without looking at whom, many mixed feelings, in the end that lesson gave him a lot of courage to remember the day and preach with the experience.

It was a coffee to heal.