This is the story of Gloria and Sophia was born to thank the many children in the catechism that many parts of Italy have made drawings and little thoughts come to America. We would, however, that the dream may also be given to all children who are doing well, living in hospitals and waiting for their future colors.
There were once two young peasants with a big dream in their heart kept since childhood: to work a plot to give birth to a lot of flowers to color the world .
took a beautiful land, but after a while 'who continued to work hard, fertilizing and watering non-stop, began to think that maybe this land could never give birth to beautiful flowers, are useless because all the work and the' love that they put.
Anyone walked past the garden he stopped to watch.
Ask the farmers how to do the job, if things could have been better, but even more the farmers knew what to say, so with a smile, shrugged and kept working.
And while almost began to surrender to the sad awareness, in the heart continued to hope and dream to succeed, however, because they loved too that field now that for them it was all nice and colorful even without flowers.
But the day was wonderful news: it seemed to come from a far country the possibility of a treatment that would have allowed even this land of the flowers to bloom as expected.
But as in all fairy tales, there was something very difficult to overcome.
That treatment was very expensive and impossible for peasants to buy.
But to my surprise discovered that it is not just because they came to their aid all those people who day after day had seen them at work, day after day that had begun to love that land as farmers, who day after day they waited for the birth of a few flower ... because everyone loves flowers.
In a short time now to want to make that dream were hundreds and hundreds of people, all together for the same reason, side by side in a common hope.
And two farmers were able to leave with my heart full of joy and happiness.
returned with treatment and all were eager to see the flowers and celebrate together.
Farmers began the treatment, still looking from every angle if everything was in place and how it was to late evening.
Back in the house for night saw the first lightning, thunder echoed loud in the bedroom and closed their eyes with no fear that all this sacrifice was over in a moment.
In reality, eyes closed, tired of the worry and stress.
But screams and laughter of children thought their wake: the peasants came to the window and turned the ground before looking at the sky. It was no longer black but a rich rainbow of beautiful colors because it plowed across. And now there were still many under the rainbow colors of the balloons holiday for many children who looked over the fence of their garden. There
fact the colors do not were over because finally began to see the first buds of flowers.
to the image of the sky, too open ended: a bright sun peeped out from among the clouds away and now that rainbow had her way, you can not always see, but only when one believes and so the light shines stronger than the darkness.
The farmers thanked the Lord not to have abandoned their gardens and even if it was just the beginning, they knew that soon he would continue to flourish and fill colors.
Never a flower was taken from the field, never cut one. And though at some point the ground was burned by the treatment, the result was so good that all that seemed to burn the hands of the Lord at that piece of land had done wonders.
Since then, the farmers learned the patience and faith in life, learned to love the things that held, to commit more time to what they believed and to respect others, because only together, in communion, you can really learn to love.
