visiting a leper colony on a Pacific Island surprised me, among so many dead faces and dull, there was someone who had kept clear and bright eyes still knew that smile and always said 'thank you' when they offered something.
Among the many 'dead' street, the man was kept only human.
When asked what it was that kept this poor leper so attached to life, told me what observed in the morning.
And I saw that just dawn, the man went to the patio surrounding the leper, and sat in front of the high concrete wall that surrounded her.
And there waiting ... waiting ... until, at midmorning, after the wall, appeared for a few seconds another face, a beautiful woman who stood at the head and smiled a beautiful smile.
Then the man communed with that smile and he smiled too. Then the woman disappeared and the man lit, had food and continue to endure another day and wait for the next day, returned the smiling face. It was his wife.
When he pulled his people and took him to the settlement, the woman followed, and took up residence in the town closest to the leper colony. And every day he went to continue expressing their love.
"Seeing her every day - I said the patient - be still alive."
Many live by your smile, your words, your hope, to the crumbs of love that you can give them. Do not lower the arms. Do not forget to smile and treat others well.
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