They remained married for sixty-two years. A complicated marriage.

He was an alcoholic. He liked to sing and always had a joke, on the tip of his tongue, which entertained the friends and acquaintances.

He was a wonderful person to everyone, except his wife. He hit her, until the eight-year-old daughter begin to stand up and stop the attack.

One day, he sold the house where they lived. Disappeared for a while and, when he returned, without a penny, warned that the house should be unoccupied in twenty-four hours because the new owner would take over.

The wife went cold because she almost had no sweats. She starved because she would not eat so that the children could feed.

She suffered betrayal because he, a handsome man, allowed himself to live adventures. He threatened her to death and slept with a knife under the pillow.

With so much suffering, natural that, during the years, time hugged her with few problems as insomnia and depression.

Those who knew her loved her because she laughed, played, seeding around the joy, that she herself could not enjoy.

Bearer of great faith, she spread the good for people, were they children or adults.

Before the sick, she passed her hand, gently, on their head. on their hands, while praying fervently.

Soon, they claimed to feel better.

Some time, going to an appointment and narrating her marital drama, the doctor asked:

What is your feeling toward your husband? Do you love him?

The daughter, who was accompanying her, was sure that she would respond negatively. The answer that came, after thinking for a few seconds, was surprising:

As man, I do not love him. As a child in need, yes!

The daughter came to tears by recognizing, once again, the greatness of that woman.

One day, that man who had had so many pleasures, had a stroke and was hospitalized. The children took turns at his bedside, at his service.

But the woman also went to the hospital. He was intubated, unspeakable. Only the machines were sounding, on a regular basis, attesting his organic stability.

She came in and took his hands between hers. And began to speak.

The machines, immediately, registered an alteration of the heart beats, which soared to more than a hundred per minute, the respiration accelerated.

It all said of the awareness of her presence there. She spoke about her limitations as a wife, of her difficulties.

And asked him forgiveness for everything and anything. Then, she said he could leave in peace because she forgave him.

Interesting that she did not list any of his deficiencies. On the contrary, she spoke only about her own difficulties.

Naturally that she did not praise virtues that he did not have, but she did not accused him of anything either.

 Later, she invited him to pray with her. When she concluded her long prayers, she kissed him on the forehead and wished him to be with God.

She left. A few hours later, he left.

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There are many people like this in this vast world of God. Anonymous.

They leave unforgettable lessons to their children, families, friends, to those who enjoy the venture of their acquaintance.

People like this know, with absolute certainty, the exact conjugation of the verb to love.

Spiritist Moment Team, based on facts.
March 31.2015.