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Once upon a time

Well then, I refer to the begining of the fifties, teachers couldn’t afford the luxury of a car, but when the person in charge of assigning places in schools arrived at my name, and even though the post assigned to me was in one of the most far away places in the lower reaches of the Apennine Mountain in the county of Parma, I remembered the words of my father, and I immediately accepted the post. My mother wanted to accompany me to see the place “where I was to end up” and so a few days before the begining of the school year, we decided to leave. After a long journey from Parma by bus, to get to the Council Town Bardi, we found ourselves sitting on a mule which took a small dirt track that would take us to my posting. I can’t explain how much I trembled on that mule, who slowly but surely, trotted on the edge of the dirt track which hung over the River Ceno’s Valley. Afterwards the mule’s owner explained to me that it was a habit of mules to stay on the edge of roads and that I should stay calm!! Mimma (translate by Diliana)

ONCE UPON A TIME

I had just received my diploma, a girl of 18 years old, when my father said to me with decision and authority: “Now you have your diploma you must get stuck in and find a job as a teacher and you will go wherever they send you!!! You know what hard work I had to do to send you to school, now I have to do the same for the others.” He wanted to say without any qualms “You had the benefits, your the eldest of 4 children, therefore you have to colaborate with me in sending the other 3 children to school”. Poor father, he received a small monthly salary, our mother did what she could to feed us every day because it was war-time and food, including bread was rationed, and he was a proud man and wanted us all to get a good education and guess what he succeeded! After the last diploma was acquired he breathed a sigh of relief. Ah finally I can die in peace!. Thank you Dad, with your sacrifice I had in this life wonderful experiences (to be continued in the next issue as it is my intention to go deeper into this arguement and explain what happened to me when I obeyed my father by going to “wherever they send you”). Mimma (translate by Diliana)

COMPASSION

One evening , during the stay in hospital of my gravely sick mother, after a long day of assisting and caring for her, I went home tired and exhausted. I had stayed a little longer with my mother that evening and I had just managed to catch the last bus at 11pm. I was alone on the bus, but after a few stops two young men got on: they came upto me and asked for my purse. With courtesy I refused to give it to them. So then they insulted me and threatened to hit me if I screamed for help. In my mind I called out for the help of my Custodian Angel and very calmly told them of the pain I was suffering because my mother was about to leave me and this life and asked them if they had a mother... They didn’t answer but very slowly they went away; they had participated with passion in my suffering and became good. Mimma (translate by Diliana)

An Act of Providence

I’d like to tell you about an experience I had that made me reflect and left lots of joy in my heart. One evening I had strong chestpains: I was taken urgently to hospital, had a big scare but it was nothing serious. After a few days in hospital an acquaintance and neighbouring hospital bed patient came to visit me. She sat down on my bed and started to talk about her painful life and her poor sick heart. Her words and tears flowed out like a stream; that evening she wanted to expel and free herself of all her pain. In the end with a sigh she said: ”I feel better now, and finally I can fall asleep...” She sat sat on her own bed at peace, then looking at me sweetly she said: “I would be pleased to offer you a coffee but...” She turned her head and started her voyage in the land of dreams free and happy... A doubt arose in my mind... “That my bad turn was only an excuse to support without knowing it a mysterious act of Providence?” Mimma (translate by Diliana)

Providence

We all generally know of if when used in the form “Divine Providence” but it could also be used to mean a mysterious and favourable occurrance or coincidence in occasion of giving help and support to others during our daily lives. It is something that is in our sub-conscious and makes us do things for the good of others, or things to help others who are in a precarious situation. For example does it ever occur to you that a moment after thinking about someone the telephone or door bell rings, and it is just that person you were thinking of in need of your help? We can say that man possess a surprising potential which favours living together in the human world, and which we should coltivate and learn about more. Meanwhile, it would be enough just to stay calm and listen within oneself and to who speaks to our hearts. Mimma (translate by Diliana)

The Nativity Scene and the Little Girl

Have you ever watched a child whilst they looked upon the Nativity Scene? I have a six year old grandaughter and on Christmas Day, trying not to be noticed , I observed her whilst she looked at the Nativity Scene. She was calm and ready to expreme all that she had in her heart and I took all this in. Straight away she gave a general look at the whole scene, then she concentrated her attention on the stable and with her finger she touched Mary’s head, and said smiling: “There you are, you have arrived, and He is already born: Are you happy now? And you Joseph, go on and get some wood for the fire, otherwise it will go out...” All of a sudden the atmosphere change, her tone of voice became emotional and beseeching “...Shelter me, shelter me, give me hospitality, please I beg you, I’m so tired...Help me...”. She had picked up a hen and she moved it around, desperately trying to find a safe refuge for it to rest in. The drama of the human events of Joseph and Mary refused in a moment of need, for the love of a little girl, was transferred in that little world making her participate in and aware of their problems. In this way children are often “teachers of life” for us adults. Baby Jesus protect all the World’s Children!! Mimma (translate by Diliana)