This family was
beloved by how
gentle, kind and
attentive they
were with
everyone in the
neighborhood.
The only problem
was Henry, the
eight year-old
son who had a
horrible temper.
He was the
terror of the
neighborhood!
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He would create
a commotion for
anything.
Playing ball in
the street with
the neighbors
was a problem.
If he did not
win the game, he
would get
furious!
His friends
would soon
notice it: Henry
would turn red,
then his anger
exploded by
kicking and
screaming
everywhere. The
ball, he would
throw away as
hard as he could
and the kids,
with their jaws
dropped, could
only watch to
see where it
would end up.
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Or, if he was
angry with
someone, he
would just
distribute slaps
and kicks all
around, not
worrying who
would get hit. |
Thus, no one
wanted to play
with him, and he
complained to
his mother of
his lack of
friends. His
mother, full of
patience, would
say:
- Son, try to
control your
temper, which
sucks! It just
takes you
getting angry
and you start
hitting
everyone!...
Henry, would
hang his head,
sad, and
explain:
- It is just
that I can’t
control myself!
When I'm angry,
I see nothing in
front of me! I
become blind and
do not know what
I'm doing! Help
me, mommy! I'm
sad because I do
not have friends
anymore...
With great
affection, his
mother
considered:
- Honey, you
must learn to
control
yourself! We
have two sides:
the animal
nature and the
hominal or human
nature.
- What does it
mean, mom? -
asked the boy,
his eyes wide
open.
- It means that
we have already
belonged to the
animal phase at
the beginning of
life on the
planet, when we
had to defend
ourselves from
wild animals and
humans to get
food, protect
our family, our
home and our
lives.
- Wow! It must
have been very
difficult!
- It certainly
was difficult
because size and
strength were
what prevailed.
- Mom, and when
did the hominal
nature appear? -
Henry asked,
interested.
- After millions
of years as a
result of our
inner changes,
we moved on to
the hominal or
human kingdom.
Thus, we
evolved, leaving
the
aggressiveness
behind and
becoming more
loving and
fraternal with
our brothers.
- Ah!... So we
improved...
- Yes, until we
became what we
are today: more
friendly to each
other,
fraternal,
loving,
exercising
patience,
tolerance, and
forgiving when
we are harmed by
someone, or when
we are hurt and
injured. Get it?
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- More or less,
Mom. Just
like...
Something that
does not turn
out the way we
would like when
we're playing
football and
lose the game?
- That's right,
Henry.
- Ah! So we have
to accept it and
not fight the
opposing team?
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- Exactly, my
dear! Because
there will
always be those
who win and
those who lose!
It is a law of
life! One day
you lose and the
other you win.
Isn’t it how it
works? |
- It is! - He
said, nodding.
- So we can’t
always win. It
will depend on
the way we play.
If we do not
win, we have to
understand that
the other team
played better,
and respect the
outcome!
The boy lowered
his head,
unhappy:
- But I do not
know how to
lose, Mom!...
Then the blood
boils and I
start fighting,
throwing punches
and kicks -
Henry said,
upset.
- You need to
learn that every
day is a new and
wonderful
experience!
Imagine if the
winners were
always the same,
and you were in
the other team?
- Ouch! In that
case, I would
always lose! ...
- That's right.
So what you, as
an intelligent
player, should
do?
The boy thought
for a moment and
replied:
- I should
prepare myself
better to beat
the other team.
- Very well. You
are right! -
said the mother
clapping,
satisfied.
- So I will show
that I am better
and I am more
prepared to win.
With no need to
fight anyone! -
completed Henry,
wide-eyed,
before his
smiling mother.
- Perfect. Do
you understand
now why the
teams shake
hands after a
game? Because
they recognize
that the other
was better!
- It is true. No
one comes out
fighting. Doing
the right thing,
we will not have
problems in a
game and in life.
Henry, his eyes
bright with
excitement
hugged his
mother, happy to
have understood
that reality
that would serve
him as a guide
for all his
existence in the
family, at
school, at work,
anywhere.
Then cheerful,
he told his
mother that he
was going out to
make amends with
his friends.
- Do not worry,
Mom. I will not
fight with
anyone!
MEIMEI
(Psychographed
by Celia X. de
Camargo on
10/11/2014.)
