A good word can always help. It is sad to observe how we disregard the cultivation of the good word.

Our current vocabulary became very poor and, facing the inconveniences which involve life, we prime in expressing, through the word, the bad mood and the dismay which overwhelm us.

Only a few minutes in a supermarket queue, on a bus stop, in a bank, is enough to see the beginning of lamentations and complaints, and the saying over a rosary of unhappiness.

How often somebody, with a disturbed look on the face, stops us on the street to ask for directions: Where is the Hospital, the Police station, the Health Service?

We automatically show the right way, or sometimes, claiming to be in a hurry, we excuse ourselves and ignore the person.

Yet, this person is someone who suffers; maybe just a kind word would be enough, the gentleness of explaining in details or of accompanying the person for a little way, would soften the person’s pain.

We recall that once a man listened to the advertences of a speaker in a place of worship: “To speak is God’s gift. If we open our mouths to say something, we must say the best. We must take advantage of the opportunities because, sometimes, we hinder when we could help instead.”

The listener got out and thoughtfully kept the idea.

Some days later, in his occupation of construction foreman, he was supervising, together with an engineer, a large, almost ready, building site.

The huge hall was very beautiful. Wonderful finishing and graceful painting.

Let us try the acoustics. - suggested the engineer. Turning to the foreman, he asked:

Shout something.

Saul, that was the bricklayer´s name, remembered the lesson regarding to words from a few days earlier and, filling up his lungs, shouted loudly:

Trust in Jesus!

The sound was very well distributed and it pleased both men.

Some minutes passed, and suddenly a man with messy hair got inside the hall.He looked disturbed, and held a gun in one of his hands.

Who shouted? He asks. Who ordered to trust in Jesus?

Saul was pointed at, so the man walked towards him. One could notice the pain and despair in his eyes.

He threw himself in the bricklayer’s arms and cried:

Thank you, thank you, my friend.

Nobody could understand what was going on, so he explained: I was in the building site. I wanted to die. I was just putting the gun in my ear, when I heard your appeal and so I stopped the movement.

I have been unemployed for a long time, and I am a father of eight. To trust in Jesus. Yes, I will.

It is always important to speak about goodness, even when we believe to be alone, because in fact we never are.

Happy was the poet who said that man has in his throat the magic flute which can send the sweetest of the melodies. It is the voice, divine talent which was given to us for our progress and the growth of our brothers.

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War is born in the language of criminal and unsatisfied concerns.

The tongue keeps the divine spark of the verb through what man can build up the monument of peace.

Thus, we can use the word to console and enlighten our brothers.