What a
meeting with somebody that was born in such a different way of mine could bring
to me and to the world? I think every moment we live worth for some
kind of energy that bring us a feeling of union and respect for the others.
I met a man
from Syria two weeks ago. He was my blablacar, it’s a lift that you take to
save some money, and, at first, my only thought was that I could never know how
was his childhood, his friends or even his own house. But in the moment that I met
him, I knew he was a good person and that was what matters.
My ideas
about who are those people that live far away from me and what they could do for the world if they had
this chance are the same to the folks that live near me in Brasil. The point
is: if I don’t even know who is my neighbor, how can I know who was Kamel, my
blablacar?
I know the feelings that each human has in their hearts are the same; we all love,
hate, fall for, are lazy on Sundays and enjoy the simple things in life. So, why is so
complicated to some people to see the empathy that different, but equal,
people have in their eyes?
Maybe if we all, adults independents, come back for a instant to our 6 years old and remember
that everybody in the playground were our friends, even the boy who ate sand or
the girl with weird hair, maybe these universal lens hovering in our eyes fell
and we could see clearly the real world that we live in.
