Today I will tell a story. Is
Cobaval story.
Cobaval was a kid who was always afraid of everything.
"Cobalde" his friends called him, mocking his lack courage and bravery.
Cobaval always wanted to ride a bike, but while the other children did, he just looked at them, they never even try to learn, lest it might fall and injure ...
While other children were hunting frogs, he stayed at home reading a book, lest it be that some of those green bug jumped on ...
While other children ran outside, he stayed indoors, not outside the sun or wind to irritate your sensitive skin ...
From childhood his parents "overprotective" so that little or nothing learned to do if the watchful "sobrevisión" of them.
not touch this, do not touch that, do not do this, do not do that ... is dangerous and you're not made for it ... You make us case, we know what is best for you ...
Gradually, that curiosity that all children have died down, as a sail off that he was not providing enough oxygen to keep burning ...
Slowly and despite his young age, ceased to be children, to become a be gray, without joy or sparkle in the eyes ...
Cobaval was not happy ... and lamented his fate ...
... Maybe I could feel a hint of color, from time to time ... the smell through the window of her bedroom aroma of flowers, or the cornfield wet from the rain, or that wonderful, unmistakable smell of wet grass with dew ...
... Perhaps, hearing the chirping of a bird, or the singing of a cricket ...
... Maybe to look out and see the moon or the clouds ...
One day a chick was to stop the nest on the ledge of his window. The breeding was very small, and not yet able to fly itself.
Despite the fear he felt at that bird, which, of course, scared him for fear of being stung or anything else you do, when it was so small and helpless, could not help but pick it up in his hands ...
... And what was his surprise, that not only stung, but with her tiny eyes stared at him tenderly, without fear and at the same time with gratitude ...
Cobaval could not understand how someone so tiny, I felt no fear someone, comparatively as big as he was and that encouraged him to take the next step ... take care and feed without their parents' knowledge ...
For the first Once, Coba stopped thinking about him and fear him, and only worried about how to achieve the greatest good for the small farming ...
Initially, we feared for what might happen if their parents found out ...
For Cobaval first was happy ... and thought he had done something good ...
was determined to care for the animal and that he was your friend forever ...
Days and weeks went by and based on bread crumbs with the milk bird wings grew and became more and stronger ...
Gradually, he began to make small flights, Cobaval, proudly watched carefully ... They, were not always accurate or precise and more than one occasion struck against a piece of furniture ... but the kid was persistent and I tried again and again.
Occasionally, when listening to one of their "brothers", was leaning out the window. I saw them flitting playful ... but did not dare to go beyond ...
Coba, when I saw him look out and not daring to take the plunge, he saw himself reflected ... as always, looking out the window and without ever daring to go
beyond ... ... No one dared to take the next step, until one day Sunny, another bird landed on the windowsill ... chirped a few times ... flew into the room, then flew he had come ...
Pipi At that time, it was like Coba had called her baby , plucked courage, looked out the window, looked at Cobaval, closed his eyes, take a deep breath ... and jumped out the window ...
wings began to move as fast as he could, more than ever had done ... And he opened his eyes, he realized that he was flying ... which like the other birds he had seen out the window, the could also fly and play with others ...
Proud, returned to the ledge, enter the room and fluttered about Cobaval, inviting him to fly as well. She looked at him gratefully, and went out the window again ...
Coba was amazed by the courage he had seen in that animal ...
With tears in his eyes, he realized that the bird would never again be a prisoner of that room ... Never again to fear any ledge and jump to fly ...
saw how within that body lived a brave little heart can not fear a be much older than him, trusting that "massive" human and the food he provided, of growing up without a family, learning to fly and no one will teach and daring to take that last step that would lead to freedom ... and to happiness ...
He realized that body size had nothing to do with the value ...
and realized that the only way to be happy, it was daring to make the jump as bird made his
Pipi ... He realized that he had always acted as a fact, no risk, nothing ventured, but not like other children enjoy ... and never understand that what the others talked and sometimes seen or read.
He realized that also lived inside the heart of a true brave, and under a person, apparently Coward, could be a brave warrior capable of saving the princess at the right time ... or just a bird capable of step further and take flight in search of happiness ...
That morning, without saying anything, fell from their room, said good morning to his parents ... went to the garage ... took an old bicycle, mounted her and began to pedal ... I was not sure he did ... but let your instinct ...
Time and again, fell and rose again, as he saw make your bird when he began to take their first flutter, gave encouragement to remember to keep pedaling, and keep cycling, giving walks increasingly longer and longer ... until finally her parents looked proud, astonished that he watched in disbelief to see or understand what had happened ... ... Coba
had stopped being afraid ... Coba had decided to fly had chosen to take that step that would lead to freedom and to your happiness ...
Interestingly, parents with tears in his eyes, realized that her child would never again be a prisoner of this room ... Never again to fear any ledge and jump to fly ... and ColorÃn Colorado
this story is over. Be Happy
Bruno. Www.psicoaching.es
Monday December 6, 2010
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