Saturday, August 6, 2011

An old ballerine - my advisor.....

And still life is an interesting thing no matter what you think  ....It can teach you a lesson at any time....doing shopping, walking in the park with your pet, crossing the street, jumping from the parachute or simply opening your eyes in the morning......Every day is a new chance, is a new opportunity until we are alive....and even if you have a million problems still there are answers inside yourself....you should simply try to decode them....
Sometimes a completely unknown person may play the greatest role in your path, that you will understand this bit later....All you need is to be open for that.
My morning and afternoon I spent in a very strange for me place ....at the passport office in the Police station....I reached there bit soon....and had to wait ....I was tired, and I took my place in the corridor....While I was sitting there one old man came in & asked about the time...& sat next to me....after a while an old lady came and asked if she could sit with me....I said that none had rented this bench and  its just a bench for every one and she sat in the right.....I smiled thinking that today might be an old people's day ...and that I was surrounded by the old man and the old lady ...
Just because there was too hot in the corridor the old man left, asking to mention his name in case if the door of passport adviser would be opened.... looking at my watch and cheeking every minute I was killing the time until the advisor would come up....The old lady turned to me and asked:
''Honey, seems you want to catch time, right? pushing every minute and every second is not a thing, dear. I would give my all to stop the watch and to stop the time right now....to live just few hours longer....to do few things I can still have time to ''...
I felt myself very bad, because I didn't mean to hurt anyone I was just looking at my watch ... Then she turn her face and said:
''I lost everything in my life: my children, my husband, even my house.....I lost my health, my years, my life.....I have very little to live now....and I have nothing, but You know, my young girl, what can I tell you....I have a granddaughter, who asks everyday to tell her a fairytale in the nights....and I want to live to read my little kid few more stories at bedtime.... because she has none else in this world, and because I am her only family, and after my death she will be taken to the orphanage....And now all I want from this advisor is to help me with my kid....'',- and then she stopped.... I was completely shocked to be involved in such a tragic life-story of that lady....but still couldn't say anything...
''I was a ballerina in past....yes, my dear, I danced in a Ballet Troupe....and have been gone on many tours all over the world....glory and  success, ovations - this was  my life, but everything has its limits, and even our time....I will not tell you what happened but I lost everything at the same moment: my family, my house, everything....Because everything in our life is given to us with a limit , everything we have now is being ranted, nothing really belongs to us, even our Talents....It is given by God to check how U will keep it, how u will love it , how u will save it....''....and she whispered....'' Never lose ur loved ones, ur family, ur friends who r ready to die for you, save them''....,- she weeped,-'' All those who run after the Time will lose everything, believe me, I will open u one secret: Let everything be in time, have patience, don't run after the events, everything will be on time''....and she stopped...
I was thinking why did she tell all these to me ? Did  I look like a person who needed an advice? I raised  my head finally  to ask her a question and saw she d gone....
I looked around and saw none just that old man coming to my direction and loudly complaining  against our government.....
I thought that old lady would back and I would be able to talk to her, but it was useless ...she d really gone...
An all I want now  is to hope she will be all right at least for her granddaughter's sake....and that the dream of her past home will be back to her again.....
Good luck TATI...and thank you for your advice....



5 comments:

  1. Wow, that is so inspirational, I am really amazed by that wise story! It was so sad but so powerful in reminding us to be grateful for the things we have in this moment, because it can be gone from us so quickly. And to treat each moment as precious, instead of rushing from one thing to another. Thank you so much for this wonderful post Nelly =) I know it will set the tone for my whole day!

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  2. Thank You too, dear Soulful....;)
    Im really happy you like the post....and that it can be helpful even for one person....
    In our life our wisdom always comes from Love... seems you become wiser only after loving...as someone told me there is 'Before love' period and 'after love' period in our lives....(B.L & A.L.)...
    well.....now i see the real meaning of these abbraviations....

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  3. I am sitting here unable to say anything. This story touched my heart so deeply. I can imagine how impressed you were sitting on that bench and witnessing a lifetime tragedy within several minutes.
    This reminds me of the "Alchemist" of Paolo Coelho. This book is about a person having his dream and courage to try his best to acheive it. And while following the signs which were leading him to his dream he discovers so much about himself and the world. What is most important not to miss those signs....
    So, dear Nelly, this story that happened to you had a very strong purpose. This is a SIGN for your life, for your future and for your decisions.
    Never give up and follow your dreams...

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  4. thank you Ruzi jan so much....these days all i do is catching those signs from anywhere, trying to understand why, how some things r happening with us & some things r not....hope to reach my Rubicon .... :)))
    as for Coelho's works: yes he's a genius philosopher & his heroes r encouraged to follow their dreams....so do I :)))

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