Once an old woman decided to do a good deed. She collected all the things she did not need, because they were lying around the house and did not give way. Among them were beautiful blouses, dresses of her twins, hats, skirts – everything that just took up space. And the woman thought: I will take everything to the church, in case someone needs it. Maybe homeless or refugees will come across it.
She hastily packed everything in a bag and left it in the corner. I decided to take it tomorrow. In the meantime, I went to bed.
And then, believe it or not, she had a very strange dream.
By the way, she is watching all the action from the side. As if the soul separated from the body and is watching from above what is happening. Everything around is so bright, although she is still in her apartment. And the soul is so happy – and there is no drop of anxiety.
The woman stands in the middle of the room with a bag in her hands, which she had so carefully collected in the morning and planned to bring to the church. And in front of her is a little girl. Only dark eyes blinking.
– “What kind of bag do you have?
And the woman, smiling, answered:
– I’ve collected some unnecessary things. They just take up space at my place. I want to give them to those who really need them. I will bring them to the church tomorrow.
– You are so kind. But the bag doesn’t look very nice. It’s dirty. Wash it before you take it, okay?
– Okay, okay, – the old woman was surprised.
– Just don’t forget – the child smiled and disappeared.
That’s when the woman woke up. She jumped out of bed. She began to remember what she had dreamed about. Some kind of angel or something?
Then she looked at the bag and began to pull everything out of it. Well, if it needs to be washed, it will be washed.
It all sounds funny. And maybe the old woman was wrong to believe in the dream. You’ll say she’s superstitious, but I’ll deny it. And I thought so myself, until what I will tell you about happened.
A boy was born in one family. Not the firstborn. The second child. And the parents decided to convene guests to share their joy.
There were a lot of guests. They congratulated, admired, presented gifts. And how without hugging and praising the child. So beautiful, so small – how can you resist it? The parents were superstitious people. They forbade to praise their son and talk about his beauty. They said it was a jinx and that was all. Well, the guests did not contradict the hosts. They began to look down on the kid and throw dirt on him.
– And how ugly he is. God forbid. How ugly. I don’t even want to look at him. Look at him.
Everyone said that in turn, waved their hands at the child. The parents were relieved and all together went to the other room.
The older boy listened to all this. He watched how others were dissatisfied with his little brother. And he decided: if the baby is so bad, what is it for?
He did not think for a long time. He grabbed the child and ran to the balcony. Finally, I looked around, but no one cared. I threw my brother down, as I used to throw away my toys.
It took my breath away when I heard it. And everything would have ended tragically if God did not care about his children.
And then he sent an angel to save them.
It happened by chance that the woman who was delayed because of washing the sack lived in the same house, only one floor below.
She finally finished the washing and hung the bag on her balcony to dry.
At the same time, a baby fell from above, as if from the sky. And right into her bag.
When the parents finally realized that it was too quiet in the next room, which is a bad omen for people with babies, it was too late. They went into the room, and the older child was on the balcony. And the little one was nowhere to be found. They started asking what happened. And he told them:
– “Well, he is ugly and unnecessary. So I threw him away.
The mother’s heart almost stopped. The father rushed outside to look for the baby. Thank God, everything was fine with the son. Only crying was coming from the sack on the neighbor’s balcony.
– What happiness!” – the parents cried, holding the child in their arms.
And whom did they thank? What do you think? Grandma, of course. And no one mentioned God. Except for the old woman, of course. She knew that such luck did not just happen. She was not even going to wash anything… If not for the angel in her dream.
I was thinking, why does everyone think that we are just lucky? And they don’t send thanks to God.
I thought about it for a long time. I had different options. But I never quite understood. Everyone probably has their own interpretation. For myself, I will say only one thing: I do not believe in accidents. I only thank God for them. Because what miracle happens without his participation?
