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October 18, 2014
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As every October, I started thinking a bit about the meaning of life, and would like to share with you a personal experience which became an e-book. You can download the whole ebook on the following link:
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My Greatest Life Lesson
Some years ago, our youngest daughter passed away. She had lived with us for nine wonderful years sharing her happiness, love and discoveries.
Just two days before her departure, we were transferred to a new hospital. As a wonderful doctor had assumed her case, our faith and hope had been renewed.
When we arrived by ambulance, Poliana stayed in the first floor with some other kids, waiting for a place in the fifth floor, where children with leukemia were cared for. It was the end of that long afternoon, Thursday, October 28.
A friend of ours told us to find and apartment nearby so that when we were released from the hospital, we could be close and return immediately whenever it was needed. My wife was caring for her, so I left the hospital to look for a place to rent.
I had walked just one or two blocks when I saw a street vendor selling *churros (check it at Google images) across the street. As Poliana loved this sweet, of course I changed my plans. I bought two of them and went back quickly to the hospital.
She had been fasting for a long time, as she had received a blood transfusion until two in the morning and woke up at six for more exams. Eating her favorite sweet would be something like a feast of gods!
I entered the hospital in a hurry. In the hall of access to her room, I met a three or four-year-old boy waiting for his turn to enter the doctor’s office. He noticed the package in my hands and asked what it was. I replied: “It is a surprise!”
With his father agreement, I asked him to wait a while, and went to Poliana’s room. When I had just seen her, the doctor called the boy, who looked desperately and started making gestures in my direction. Obviously he tried to advise me that it was the right time to give him the surprise I had promised!
I went back, gave him an empty bag and turned mine up down slowly.
-- Hold on tight, the surprise is coming. If you get more than one, give me one back…
His eyes were wide-opened. He was far beyond more interested in getting the surprise than in seeing his doctor… As he got his sweet, he held his father’s hand again and went to the doctor’s office, really glad.
Back to Poliana’s room, I gave her the sweet. She sat on the bed, began eating as someone who has a feast (squeezing the sweet to get more cream), thanked me a lot and laid down again, closing her eyes.
So I told her about the boy, while she listened carefully. As soon as I finished, she opened her eyes and asked:
-- Has he got happy?
I said so, admiring for her capacity of thinking on someone else’s welfare while facing hard challenges.
-- Is he going to stay in the hospital too? She asked me again, with her eyes closed.
I replied I didn’t know, as I had talked for just a little with his dad. She opened her eyes again, as if she would asked me something she considered very important, and said:
-- Has his father got happy?
I nodded, as I couldn’t articulate any other reply. I was quiet, passing my hand throughout her hair. It was time for us to go to the fifth floor.
This is the 30th of 58 chapters I wrote in her tribute in the book “Simplesmente Poliana”. To download a copy and read 30 of the diary notes click on the following link…
…And have a wonderful journey! :-)
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