Story Time
2008-05-09 17:42:39
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This is a story about miracles... 4 days have went past since he lost he's daughter... he doesn't know what happened... did she run away? was she kidnapped? was it because of the fight they had? was it he's fault or was it hers? Sweat broke on his face while he searched the whole city... the police have given up 2 days ago saying she probably gonna come back when she runs out of money... Yet how can he live like this? he already lost he's wife... now his only daughter as well? how cruel can god be? hes search turned into obsession... he started asking everybody around for her... after a while people started to ignore him... the frenzy in his eyes was similar to that of a mad man he was starting to look scary... yet he decided to pray once more... Resting near the church he asks himself again: "why me god?" A lonesome young man about 21 was admiring the great tower of the church... "is god blind?" asked the man more to himself then to anybody. The young man replied: "no, he can see and knows everything...". With a surprised look on his face the man turned, he did not expect somebody to answer his question... "Then why? why is he doing this to me?" continued the man now slowly turning completely towards the youngster... " Because he does not care". "How can he not care? hasn't he created us? is he that cruel to take my daughter away from me as well? hasn't he created so many miracles? is it too much to ask for one more?" "Miracles", replied the young man "no, there are no such things as miracles" his head was facing the ground... with no warning he stepped towards the man... "can i see the picture sir?" the man was lost yet he still showed him what he held in those sweaty hands for 4 days... with no other delay the young man said goodbye and left... 3 days later his daughter returned home, saying that a young stranger opened her eyes, the description matched with the one the father had met... 3 months later as the father and his daughter went to the church on a Sunday... the same young man was starring once more at the tower... the man didn't want to miss this opportunity to thank him... so he went close to him... he said "the Lord was great with me he taught me to believe in miracles once more..." yet before he could finish the young man starred into his eyes... only now did the father realize that those eyes looked as if they were worn out, as if they've seen the world end 100 times... and after a short pause the young man spoke: "I have stopped believing in miracles, there are no such things as miracles from god, the only miracles i know are those done by my own hand, learn to do the same... its the best advise i could give you..." with those words he left... silence was left behind, Turning towards the tower, the man could now see what fascinated the young man: a building with such complexity, with so many forms and hidden symbols... it was like a miracle... one created by man for god... not the other way around... If you want a miracle... do it yourself... not many will help you...