Senin, 10 September 2012

God... Give Me Just One Hour

Los Felidas is the name of a street in the capital city of a country in South America, located in slum areas throughout the city.
There was a story that was so memorably led the way, and it starts with the story of a beggar woman who was also the mother of a little girl. No one knows his real name, but few people know little of his past, that he is not native there, but was taken by her husband from his hometown.
Like most major cities in the world, urban life is too heavy for them, and yet they were a year in the city, they lost all their money, and one morning they realized that they did not know where they sleep tonight and not a penny of money there dikantong .
And they're holding their babies age 1 year. In a state of panic and despair, they went from one road to another, and finally arrived at a deserted road where the ruins of a store like giving them a little space for shelter.
When the wind was blowing hard in December, bringing the points of cold water. When they rest under the roof of the store, the husband said: "I must leave you now. I have to get a job, whatever, if not tonight we will sleep here." After she kissed her baby away. And he never came back.
No one knows for sure where he was going, but some people like to see a ship heading to Africa. Over the next few days the poor mother kept waiting for the arrival of her husband, and when the night sleeping in a doorway that.
On the third day, when they had run out of milk, people passing by started to give them a small fortune, and beggars they be there for the next 6 months. One day, moved by the spirit to get a better life, she got up and decided to work.
The problem was where he had left his son, who is now almost 2 years old, and looks very beautiful. It seems there is no other way but to leave him there and hope that fate does not aggravate their condition. One morning he told the daughter, so she does not go anywhere, did not join those who ask him or offering candy.
In short, the little girl can not relate to anyone as long as she is not in place. "In a few days mama will get enough money to rent a small room door, and we no longer sleep with the wind in our hair." She was to obey her with sincerity. So the mother set up a cardboard box where they lived for seven months to appear empty, and laid her gently on it. Beside it lay a piece of bread .. Then, with the mother's wet eyes toward kepabrik shoes, where he worked as a leather cutter.
So is their life for a few days, until the mother is now in the bag there is enough money to rent a room door in the slums. With joy he headed to the lodge the poor, the down payment and rent his room. But the afternoon was also a married couple very low moral beggar girl was abducted by force, and took it as far as 300 miles to the city center ...
There they dressed the little girl with the new clothes, powdering her face, combed her hair and took her to a luxury home the center of the city. There the little girl was sold. The buyers were married couples a rich doctor, who could never have children of their own even though they have been married for 18 years.
They named it Serrafona girls, and they are very, very spoiled. In the midst of luxury palaces that little girl grow up. He studied the habits learned men such as flower arranging, writing poetry and playing piano.Ia join the upper class circles, and driving a Mercedes Benz wherever he went.
One thing that recently came on the heels of other things, and the earth continues to spin without knowing rest. At the age of 24, Serrafona known as Governor girls very beautiful, who plays the piano, which is active in the church, and who is completing his doctor. He is a figure of a girl who becomes a dream of every young man, but his love was taken by a compassionate young doctor, named Geraldo.
A year after their marriage, her father died, and Serrafona and her husband inherited some company and a real-estate by 14 acres of gardens filled with flowers and the most magnificent palaces in the city. By the day of the birthday-27, something happened that changed her life. That morning Serrafona was cleaning his late father who had never used again, and at his father's desk drawer he saw a photograph of a baby boy who picked up a pair of husband and wife. Blankets are used to hold the baby was shabby, and the baby itself seemed neglected, because although her face covered with powder but still dull hair.
Baby left ear something that makes his heart beat faster. He took a magnifying glass and concentrate the view on the left ear it. Then he opened his own closet, and pulled out a mahogany box. In the beautifully carved box that he kept all his personal belongings, from diamond necklaces to private letters. But among the luxury items are wrapped in cotton little something, a kind of hoop earrings are very simple, lightweight and not pure gold.
His mother gave him late as he told it not to lose it. He could ask, if that's earrings, in which only. Her mother replied that it was all he had. Serrafona put the earring near photos.
Again he put all the ability to see and slowly tearfully. Now there was no doubt anymore that the baby was his own. But both men and women who carried her, that smile made-up, penah not seen at all. That picture seems to open the door wide to the room that had been mengungkungi the questions, for example: why do different face shapes with faces of his parents, why he is not blood down his father ..
At that moment, a memory that has a quarter century of pent-up, flashing in his mind, the image of a woman stroking his head and held it in his chest. In the room suddenly felt how cold Serrafona him but she also felt how warm affection and sense of security that emanated from her chest. He seemed to feel and hear it through the arms that they are better than the split die together.
Her eyes wet when he left the room and went to her husband who was reading the newspaper: "Geraldo, I am the son of a beggar, and is it possible my mom is still there on the road now after 25 years?"
That was the beginning of a new activity they seek a laluSerrafonna. Black and white photos are blurry it copied tens of thousands of pieces and distributed to the entire network of police across the country. As the only child of former officials of influence in the city, Serrafonna get the support of the entire office filing, the newspaper office and the civil registration office.
He formed the foundations to get the data from all the parlors and body-badansosial homes across the country and look for data about a woman.
Month after month passed, but there was no development of any business. Looking for a woman who is begging 25 years ago in the country with a population of 90 million is not something easy. But Serrafona had no mind to surrender. Assisted by her husband who is so understanding, they continuously improve their search. Now, every time I drove, they deliberately chose slums, just to be more familiar with good fortune. Sometimes he hoped that his mother was dead and he was not too bare the sin of ignoring for a quarter century.
But he knew, somehow, that her mother is still there, and was waiting for him now. He tells her belief that many times, and he nodded knowingly.
Morning, afternoon and evening he prayed: "Lord, allow me to request one of my life: I find with my mother." God hears prayer. One afternoon they menerimakabar that there was a woman who ungkin could help them find her. Without wasting any time, they flew to the spot, a run-down house in the red light district, 600 km from their city.
Once seen, they know that women are half blind, who now lay dying, was the woman in the photo. With a voice broken, she admitted that she had never stolen a little girl on the road, about 25 years ago.
Not much to remember, but he still remembers the unexpected and even pieces of the city where he was eyeing the little girl and then took her. Serrafona girls keep giving her some money, and that night they visited the city where Serrafonna kidnapped.
They lived in a luxury hotel and mobilize their people to find the name of that road. Serrafona could not sleep all night. For the umpteenth time, he wondered why he was so sure that his mother was still alive today, and were waiting for him, and he still did not know the answer.
Two days passed without news. On the third day, dusk 18:00, they received a call from one of their staff. "God is love, ma'am, if indeed God permits, we may have found the mother Mrs. Just hurry up, time is probably not much more."
Their car into a deserted street, suburban slums and lots of wind. The houses along the way elders and dull. One, two little boys playing naked on the road. From the first street, another car turned kejalanan smaller, then they turned again following his kejalanan smaller again. The longer they are in the environment that is increasingly showing poverty. Serrrafona body trembling, as if he could hear the call. "Hurry, Serrafonna, mama waiting for you, dear." He began to pray, "Lord, give me a year to serve mama. I'll do anything".
When the car turned onto a smaller road, and she could smell extreme poverty, he prayed: "Lord give me one month". Cars turn again kejalanan smaller, and the wind blowing miserable, scrambling in through the open window slit. She heard her mother calling again, and he began to cry: "Lord, if a month is too much, just give us a week to pamper each other." When they entered the final turn, he was shivering so hard that Geraldo hugged him tightly.
The street was named Los Felidas. Approximately 180 meters in length and only squalor that looked from side to side, from the tip of Valentine. In the middle of the road, in front of the ruins of a shop, looking piles of garbage and plastic bags, and in the middle, lay an old woman dressed in black as soot, not moving.
Their car was stopped between 4 other luxury cars and 3 police cars. Behind them a ambulansberhenti, followed by four other hospitals cars. From right and left appear beggars who soon filled the place. "Not to move from that." one report. The views Serrafona dark but she steeled herself to reach esadarannya and down.
Her husband had jumped out swiftly, hunting mother. "Serrafona, come quickly! Mom is still alive, but you have to strengthen your heart."
Serrafona looked at the wall dihadapann yeah, and remember when he leaned his head into it. He looked at the floor at his feet, and remember when he learned to walk. He sniffed the foul smell of the streets, but reminded him of his childhood. The tears were flowing out when she saw her husband inject something into the hands of the woman lying and signaled to close.
"God, he asks his body with all the soul, give us a day ...... God, let me let mama hugged me and told him that for 25 years of my life very happy .... So mama do not get me to waste ".
He knelt down and grabbed her head kedadanya. The old woman slowly opened her eyes and looked around, the crowd of people dressed in fancy and elegant, to the shiny cars and the direction tearful face that looked like his own when he was young.
"Mama ....", he heard it, and he knew that what he was waiting every night - between the sane and not - and every day - and out of consciousness - is now a reality. He smiled, and with all his soul kekuatann so interesting to be loose.
Slowly he opened his grip tangann yes, it appears some form of earrings that have been blackened. Serrafona nodded, and without care around him he was lying on the streets and laid her head on his chest mama.
"Mama, I live in the palace and eat well every day. Mama do not go yet. Whatever mama like we can do it together. Mama wants to eat, to sleep, to sightseeing, we can talk about anything. Mama do not go yet .. . Mama ... "
When his ear caught a weakened heart, he prayed again to God: "God is loving and giving, God ..... one hour one hour ....... ....."
But the chest was hearing now silent, silent as dusk and dozens of people were silent. Just smile, indicating that his wait for a quarter century did not end in vain.
Friends .... maybe now we're lucky. Living amid the glitz and sufficient conditions. Maybe we got it from the sweat of their own without the help of our parents. But we need to realize that our parents always prayed for us, even though it was only in the contest

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