BREAK OF DAWN

I think...writing a story...The beauty of life – of my life – has to be revealed.

A new day dawns, the idea remains.

I am sitting on my bed and the pen that I am holding with my toes starts to put my thoughts to paper, translating them into reality . The power of the mind is wonderful – flying , going away , coming back !

I escape from reality and return to the past, I experience the moment.

It is the new beginning, I am five years old, I have a physical disability, but inside I am dynamic and happy.

I love to draw, to imagine things. How precious is an intact mind, a guiding thought!

I play, I am stubborn, I defend myself the best I can, if necessary…

I even use my teeth… a short moment of inattention...snap.

My hometown?

It is small, inviting, for tourists, and devoutness is apparent everywhere.

Look! Something is being celebrated! It is the celebration for the Holy Spirit, at home everybody is enthusiastic, we are the organizers.

Devoutness?

No. Security, attitude to life ,mature and conscious faith, peace…that is my home.

The wisdom that comes from God, not from mankind.

Simplicity and maturity as synonyms for my parents. I will talk about them.

My mother, a natural born psychologist, raised me and educated me with the help of my father, a leader, as a normal child; without excessive protectiveness, just so much that I grow up safe and happy. Today I am aware of the important role of my childhood; my self-realization and serenity are the fruits of a way of thinking based on faith.

I am confident, I convey sensibility paired with willpower, art and creativity, and I rediscover myself time and again.

Sometimes I am happy, sometimes sad, I laugh, I am afraid, I fall down but stand up again, I am normal and lead a normal life!

I explore my own abilities and limitations. Everything leads to the memories…

Five years old, I am running a fever and feel terrible pain in my legs, these legs that won’t walk and are predestined for future surgery.

I am in pain , I cry…I say that I will either walk or die.

The innocence of a child, the will, the certainty, the trust. And what about celebration…? It’s the last day of the celebration, and I am not permitted to go outside, but… I want to and I will accompany the procession. The stubbornness, the incessant crying, I win in the end by screaming and then I am allowed to go. Somebody is carrying me. I ask to be put down, I start screaming again, I am startled… I touch the ground…and I start to walk… I am taking the first steps in my life.

The will of a child and divine intervention, everybody sees the miracle, the Holy Spirit and a concrete action. There. Walking…and not dying.

Walking for the good in life. All of a sudden people notice something more than just devoutness, they notice the presence of God enlightening a child.

The doctors have no answers, the facts and x-ray photos force them to concede that the power of medicine is limited in the face of that which is infinite.

Years go by and the ability to live founded in god develops means and ways of surviving, discovers talents, perseveres, fights and succeeds. She appreciates everyday life as the greatest discovery, the greatest miracle, but more and more I am learning to love the small things and being loved back.

It is no longer just fiction, a story, it is a song of joy, in order to serve, to love and to live.

MARIA GORET CHAGAS

STUDENT MEMBER / BRAZIL

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