like lightning, m'è flashed in his head the idea of \u200b\u200bhaving lived seven lives.
The first, related to childhood, spent in the farm country between Rivoltella del Garda and San Martino della Battaglia. During those years I remember my first steps into the world of nature. I still see the spider webs covered with dew, the colorful flowers, fruit trees from which I took with avidity the thousand flavors, made of gold, the swallows made a nest under the porch of the barn, the chirping of cicadas in summer while staring at the full moon outside. And then the taste of wine, the bright orange of khaki, gray mist to reach the thousands of colored lights in the crib nearby farm that my mother took me to visit. Then the cycle repeated itself again and I was able to deepen what has been seen with amazement or explore other news.
Shortly before starting elementary school, my father has abandoned the life of the farmer and so I started to the second here in the city, Brescia. In those years many of us wondered if we were disappointed to come away from farm country. I never had any regrets, nor had a longing for what I had left. I found it enjoyable even this new life. The first experiences of playing in a group with guys bigger than me. I fantasized about building fortifications and part of a small army of soldiers, used to play racing cars on the tracks drawn on the asphalt with a piece of brick, sometimes with white chalk. I returned from the mountain, where we were were to find the grandparents, with bows, swords, wooden rifles who skillfully forged my father for my joy.
Then, after these first years when we were to rent near the house of his maternal grandparents, my parents bought a house in most suburbs. It was not yet cemented everything. There were many areas around our house and, in some ways, this third life I seemed to savor a bit 'colors and images of the first. Growing up and trying a taste for the collections. The game of marbles, which took much of my summer afternoons or not. The collection of figurines with various rites for the purchase, exchange between friends, the completion of the album: many initiatives, but only one finished. The first serious kick the ball, without which the sport has ever taken so much of me. The Mickey Mouse comics. The bike that I loved and wanted but like nothing else. The long lead up to raids on the hills of neighboring countries, but his parents were too afraid for our safety. More speed and other quantities of vehicles in circulation. Average guy I was with my claimed to have arrived to Lake Iseo. To my mother, who in time of war was shuttling between Brescia and Ghedi to fetch a large bag of flour for bread and pasta of his family, must certainly not have seemed a big deal.
The fourth stage of life has been inner exploration. Determined to become priest have entered the seminary, where I attended high school and grammar school. Convinced that this was my calling, I left everything: my growing passion for things technical and electronics in particular. The girls, who I have always liked a lot and they now look even distracted because I was convinced God was calling me to a life of celibacy. Out of sight, out of mind. The teenage years were marked by austerity, commitment, but not too much, for the study and exercise self-oblation for the sake of others. How could I aspire to become the priest of all, if it shuns, not to fall into temptation, the contact with the opposite sex? You do not become priests for men only. The studies of philosophy fueled my crisis. How could God call me to something different from that to which I always aspired from an early age? If that was His will, then I would get the strength to give up the affection of a good wife, the joy of our children and I would take his Word where the spirit of the mission would have pushed me.
But one day I met Santina, or rather, I saw her in a different light during a retreat with the youth of our parish community. I felt I was drawn to a different life: the fifth. With the graduation exam they decided the way I walk into that of a priest and an engineer. But the university I have not received the attention it deserved. After the first year, now vanished passion for electronics, decided to retire and to clear my head, I approached the military service. I had been away from home and, if not in a barracks, I had learned to take care of myself without mom and dad who continuously provide to you. I thought that was a wasted year, but I would not object to civil potermene just to stay closer to home. Unexpectedly, the military service formed the basis of my next computer profession. Once discharged, I enrolled in the Faculty of Mathematics here at the Catholic University of Brescia. I managed to make only a couple of exams and then I left also this university to plunge into the world of work. Those were years when we learn more in this business alone or in a classroom. Not labored, for the passion in my way and realize in a couple of years the goal of marriage, after more than six years of engagement. Then I arrived early to the children that I have not always given the right time because they are too absorbed in work that I continued to do with enthusiasm. But my life was, so to speak, a single theme. Computer at work and computer magazines in his spare time at home. Santina, how much patience you brought. However, when you were sick and then I remembered I said that sentence. That is, that you had taken when I spent a little patience ' too much work and now the company would take patience, allowing me to accompany you during the sessions of chemotherapy and during the next labor whose outlet was the sixth life.
Yes, life without you was my sixth. Hard years of loneliness, of misunderstanding, of difficult relations, but with the constant thought could do it, the need to do for our children whose care you you were so highly recommended to me before he died. I think I lost time. But it was nice to get that away from you. Without the space to share a tear, without a way to get a smile, share a warm embrace, cover your lips with a kiss. Thank God, by which I never looked away, not even at times lower, even when discouragement lead to despair, Andrew and Alex have grown strong and, most importantly, are good guys, I hope that you would like to become. But my pain, my pain is not last long. Five years have flown fast and blessed the pain that led me to revise Maria Luisa, in her first smile, your.
Now, in this seventh and new life, I'm the lucky man who has ever received so much and feels a duty to return a bit 'of that abundance. It amazes me, but then not much, when my wife Maria Luisa tells me that basically I was the priest who never became. I do not know if this is so. Enter through the doors of the third millennium, perhaps we can be servants of God in this way. Without celebrating the Eucharist on the altar, but dealing with everyday life through different eyes. With those of the believer who is certain that before being loved by the fruit of our womb, by the person that we have chosen to marry, we are part of those who came from eternity and has favored big claims for what we can offer if not accepted, without reservation, that we love Him, even when the mode or circumstances may make us think otherwise.
I have before me other lives? This obviously does not know, but I look forward with care: I would not have escaped me something or I lose the pleasure of living to the full the opportunities that I have given.
The first, related to childhood, spent in the farm country between Rivoltella del Garda and San Martino della Battaglia. During those years I remember my first steps into the world of nature. I still see the spider webs covered with dew, the colorful flowers, fruit trees from which I took with avidity the thousand flavors, made of gold, the swallows made a nest under the porch of the barn, the chirping of cicadas in summer while staring at the full moon outside. And then the taste of wine, the bright orange of khaki, gray mist to reach the thousands of colored lights in the crib nearby farm that my mother took me to visit. Then the cycle repeated itself again and I was able to deepen what has been seen with amazement or explore other news.
Shortly before starting elementary school, my father has abandoned the life of the farmer and so I started to the second here in the city, Brescia. In those years many of us wondered if we were disappointed to come away from farm country. I never had any regrets, nor had a longing for what I had left. I found it enjoyable even this new life. The first experiences of playing in a group with guys bigger than me. I fantasized about building fortifications and part of a small army of soldiers, used to play racing cars on the tracks drawn on the asphalt with a piece of brick, sometimes with white chalk. I returned from the mountain, where we were were to find the grandparents, with bows, swords, wooden rifles who skillfully forged my father for my joy.
Then, after these first years when we were to rent near the house of his maternal grandparents, my parents bought a house in most suburbs. It was not yet cemented everything. There were many areas around our house and, in some ways, this third life I seemed to savor a bit 'colors and images of the first. Growing up and trying a taste for the collections. The game of marbles, which took much of my summer afternoons or not. The collection of figurines with various rites for the purchase, exchange between friends, the completion of the album: many initiatives, but only one finished. The first serious kick the ball, without which the sport has ever taken so much of me. The Mickey Mouse comics. The bike that I loved and wanted but like nothing else. The long lead up to raids on the hills of neighboring countries, but his parents were too afraid for our safety. More speed and other quantities of vehicles in circulation. Average guy I was with my claimed to have arrived to Lake Iseo. To my mother, who in time of war was shuttling between Brescia and Ghedi to fetch a large bag of flour for bread and pasta of his family, must certainly not have seemed a big deal.
The fourth stage of life has been inner exploration. Determined to become priest have entered the seminary, where I attended high school and grammar school. Convinced that this was my calling, I left everything: my growing passion for things technical and electronics in particular. The girls, who I have always liked a lot and they now look even distracted because I was convinced God was calling me to a life of celibacy. Out of sight, out of mind. The teenage years were marked by austerity, commitment, but not too much, for the study and exercise self-oblation for the sake of others. How could I aspire to become the priest of all, if it shuns, not to fall into temptation, the contact with the opposite sex? You do not become priests for men only. The studies of philosophy fueled my crisis. How could God call me to something different from that to which I always aspired from an early age? If that was His will, then I would get the strength to give up the affection of a good wife, the joy of our children and I would take his Word where the spirit of the mission would have pushed me.
But one day I met Santina, or rather, I saw her in a different light during a retreat with the youth of our parish community. I felt I was drawn to a different life: the fifth. With the graduation exam they decided the way I walk into that of a priest and an engineer. But the university I have not received the attention it deserved. After the first year, now vanished passion for electronics, decided to retire and to clear my head, I approached the military service. I had been away from home and, if not in a barracks, I had learned to take care of myself without mom and dad who continuously provide to you. I thought that was a wasted year, but I would not object to civil potermene just to stay closer to home. Unexpectedly, the military service formed the basis of my next computer profession. Once discharged, I enrolled in the Faculty of Mathematics here at the Catholic University of Brescia. I managed to make only a couple of exams and then I left also this university to plunge into the world of work. Those were years when we learn more in this business alone or in a classroom. Not labored, for the passion in my way and realize in a couple of years the goal of marriage, after more than six years of engagement. Then I arrived early to the children that I have not always given the right time because they are too absorbed in work that I continued to do with enthusiasm. But my life was, so to speak, a single theme. Computer at work and computer magazines in his spare time at home. Santina, how much patience you brought. However, when you were sick and then I remembered I said that sentence. That is, that you had taken when I spent a little patience ' too much work and now the company would take patience, allowing me to accompany you during the sessions of chemotherapy and during the next labor whose outlet was the sixth life.
Yes, life without you was my sixth. Hard years of loneliness, of misunderstanding, of difficult relations, but with the constant thought could do it, the need to do for our children whose care you you were so highly recommended to me before he died. I think I lost time. But it was nice to get that away from you. Without the space to share a tear, without a way to get a smile, share a warm embrace, cover your lips with a kiss. Thank God, by which I never looked away, not even at times lower, even when discouragement lead to despair, Andrew and Alex have grown strong and, most importantly, are good guys, I hope that you would like to become. But my pain, my pain is not last long. Five years have flown fast and blessed the pain that led me to revise Maria Luisa, in her first smile, your.
Now, in this seventh and new life, I'm the lucky man who has ever received so much and feels a duty to return a bit 'of that abundance. It amazes me, but then not much, when my wife Maria Luisa tells me that basically I was the priest who never became. I do not know if this is so. Enter through the doors of the third millennium, perhaps we can be servants of God in this way. Without celebrating the Eucharist on the altar, but dealing with everyday life through different eyes. With those of the believer who is certain that before being loved by the fruit of our womb, by the person that we have chosen to marry, we are part of those who came from eternity and has favored big claims for what we can offer if not accepted, without reservation, that we love Him, even when the mode or circumstances may make us think otherwise.
I have before me other lives? This obviously does not know, but I look forward with care: I would not have escaped me something or I lose the pleasure of living to the full the opportunities that I have given.
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