He was once a man who suffered the greatest calamity: His youngest son died
He was once a man who suffered the greatest calamity that can happen to a human being.
His youngest son died.
From the death of his son and for years, he lay down at night and could not sleep.
All he did was cry… and cry… until dawn.
One day, an angel appears in his sleep and tells him:
“Enough is enough… You have to go on with your life without him”
“I cry because I have the idea that I will never see him again,” says the man.
The angel feels sorry for him and suggests:
“Do you want to see him;”
And immediately, without waiting for an answer, she grabs him by the hand and raises him to heaven.
“Now we will see him! “Look,” the angel tells him, pointing to the white corner at the end of a road paved with gold.
And immediately, in front of them begin to pass in front of them a bunch of children dressed like angels, with small white wings and a candle lit in their hands. Little boys and girls with angelic faces parade in front of them with an indescribable expression of peace on their rosy cheeks.
“Who are these children?” the man asks.
“They are the children who have been dying in recent years; every day they pass in front of us like this.
“They are so pure that their passage alone cleanses the whole universe of all dirt.”
“Is my son among them?” the man asks again.
“And of course, now you will see him.”
Hundreds of children are still passing in front of them.
“Yes, he is coming,” the angel warns him.
And really, he sees his father coming among the other kids. He is beautiful, he shines, full of life, just as he remembered him!
But there is something that upsets him.
Of all the children, only his son has his candle extinguished…
While the father feels immense sorrow for his child, the little one sees him, runs to him and hugs him.
He also hugs his child forcefully, but he can’t bear not to ask him about the issue that is bothering him at the moment.
“My son, why do you not have light?
Didn’t they light your candle like the other children? “
“And of course, Dad, every morning my candle is lit like all the children. But do you know what happens? “Every night, your tears go away.”
The little one wipes the tears from his father’s cheeks with his hands and begs him sweetly:
“Stop crying Daddy… please stop crying.”
The road of tears
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