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William, a
twelve year-old,
came home from
school and saw
that his mother
was in the
kitchen.
The mother
greeted him
happily, but
noted that he
was a little
upset. To cheer
him up, because
she knew her son
liked to help,
she asked him to
get her eggs,
which he did
quickly.
- What are you
doing, Mummy? -
he asked leaning
over the table.
- A cake! That
chocolate cake
that you love.
- Ah … Good! ...
Seeing him more
excited, his
mother took the
opportunity to
ask him why he
had come home
upset. William
said:
- You know,
Mummy, I don't
like when my
friends mock or
abuse someone.
In my class
there is a boy
called Timmy,
who is very shy
and hardly
talks, so my
friends take
advantage of it
to humiliate
him, knowing he
does not react.
- And you, my
son, what do you
do?
- I do nothing,
even though I
like Timmy. And
that makes me
unhappy with
myself, you
know?
The mother
continued to
stir the cake
batter,
thoughtful, then
said:
- William, pass
me the baking
powder, please.
The boy got the
baking powder
and gave it to
his mother, who
put it in the
dough, mixing
carefully.
Noting what the
mother did, he
asked:
- Why did you
use yeast in the
dough?
- You will see
soon, my son.
Soon the mass
began to grow,
increasing in
volume.
Astonished, the
boy looked very
interested.
- Wow … it works
so fast!
And the mother
took the
opportunity to
explain:
- It is just as
our actions, my
son, which
always have
consequences.
Every day, we
send suggestions
for good and for
evil, and they
are like the
yeast that grows
and spreads. You
saw that a
little baking
powder was
enough to act on
the entire mass.
And so it is
with us in life.
Just yesterday
we saw on
television a
fact that
illustrates what
I'm telling you.
You know what?
The boy thought
for a moment and
suddenly
remembered:
- Yesterday, at
the football
game, some fans,
unhappy that
their team was
losing, began to
scream and break
everything! It
was horrible ...
- Exactly, my
son. It was the
leaven of evil.
Suffice it that
someone had a
gesture of
peace,
containing the
aggressors at
the time and
none of that
would have
happened. And
you know of any
examples of good
yeast?
The boy kept
thinking,
thinking, until
he remembered:
- Mum, I
recently saw on
television the
case of a woman
who was addicted
to drugs and was
at rock bottom,
then she said
that she sought
to overcome
addiction and
succeeded.
Later, filled
with pity for
addicts, because
there was even
children and
adolescents, she
decided to help
them, and now
she heads an
organization
that provides
rehabilitation
and help for
addicts.
- What a
beautiful
example, my son!
It's the yeast
of good acting
on people. So
you understand
the importance
of yeast, not
just for cakes
and breads?
Thinking of his
friend Timmy, he
replied:
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- I got it, Mum.
And the greatest
example is
Jesus, whose
yeast only acted
for the good and
love for all
creatures.
They put the
cake in the oven
and William
occasionally
would look
through the
window to see
that it had
grown so much
that was almost
overflowing.
Before long, it
was done. A
delicious smell
spread
throughout the
house and
William tasted
it with
pleasure.
A few days
later, the
students would
have to take an
essay on
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The teacher
asked if
everyone had
done the essay.
Given the
affirmative
answer, she
asked some
students to read
their texts. The
last to be
chosen was Timmy
who, trembling,
walked to the
front of the
room.
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He got shy,
speaking low,
but gradually
gained
confidence and
when he finished
reading his
essay, the
entire class was
surprised. The
most daring kids
of the classroom
exchanged
glances and
William saw that
they were
preparing to
humiliate Timmy.
Before they had
time to act,
William began to
clap. At first
it was just him,
then other
colleagues
joined him and
soon almost
everyone
clapped, and
said:
- Very good! |
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Congratulations!
- The best text
I've ever seen!
Seeing the
reaction of the
class, Timmy was
thrilled and
grateful to
William for
defending him
because he had
also seen that
the bullies
would not lose
the opportunity
to humiliate
him.
The two
troublemakers
kept their head
down, helpless.
The teacher, who
was happy with
the class'
manifestation,
said:
- Your
colleagues are
right, Timmy.
Your writing is
excellent! I
have not seen
all essays yet,
but I think
yours is the
best.
Congratulations!
In fact, I'll
send it to be
published not
only in the
school
newsletter, but
also in the
newspaper of our
city, so that
everyone may
read it.
The students
started clapping
hands again.
The doorbell
rang and the
students
prepared to
leave the class.
Being the last
to leave,
William was
collecting his
things when he
realized Timmy
was at his side.
The boy was
thrilled and,
placing his hand
on his
colleague's
shoulder, said:
- William, thank
you!
- You do not
have to thank
me, Timmy. Your
text is very
good!
Timmy had a
different
expression on
his face now,
more happy and
confident.
- But I have to
thank you. If it
were not for
you, those kids
would have
thrown me down
again. If they
had started with
the usual jokes,
the others would
say nothing
because they are
afraid. But you
did not, you
took my defence
and the class
followed.
Thanks!
William had just
closed the bag,
and looking at
the colleague he
explained:
- It's because
of the yeast!
Timmy's eyes
widened in
amazement:
- What? … I do
not understand!
...
- Let me
explain. Come to
my house in the
afternoon and
you will eat a
delicious cake
that my mother
bakes.
Meimei
(Message
psychographed by
Celia Xavier de
Camargo on
02/14/2011.)
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