The cold days

It was getting cold in the city, and at night it was unbearable: the wind cut your face when you went out into the street. I never thought of those who had less or who could not sleep in their own beds, sheltered and away from winter diseases. I just thought about what I would wear to go out on the weekend or what my friends would say about my clothes. I was immersed in a completely frivolous and mindset, without contemplating my brethren who were worse off. It was all about my vanity, my selfishness and my friends were on the same page. My parents had given me everything, and at some point I lost connection with the reality that surrounded me. I attended private events because of my father's job and almost never walked alone down the street.


One day I decided not to wait for my driver after school and I walked home, thanks to that I was able to learn about the other reality. People sleeping in the streets, without shelter, without a word of encouragement. Sick children without access to medicine. It really made me aware, so I got home and set out to organize a team to provide assistance in the streets. My friends thought I was crazy, but it was the most satisfying thing I did when I was young. We took warm clothes and hot meals to those who needed it, the people were grateful and I could reevaluate what my priorities should be. We should not remain indifferent to the discomfort of others. I was able to find God in my heart in time, but there are many teenagers who have not yet done so and we must help them to recover the value of the Word of Our Holy Father.