was a morning like all. Although for every morning was completely different from the above and this in turn had nothing to do with what preceded it. I felt that each enclosed in itself a unique and unrepeatable existence. And also, every day was a mystery to which decoding. did not know the bad mornings, or the means difficult days, let alone the aterdeceres sad. He had this "gift" the gift of feeling every day as a party, beyond which its activity was far from it. However, he was responsible for improvement. Always get over the difficulty, had the force-nothing intimidated. It was clear what he wanted and knew what he was doing. Never came across anything, it transcended its target, he was a mere tool and as such worked, as it somehow.
got up early that morning, after the six-as usual ", took a quick shower, got dressed slowly and went to the humble kitchen where he prepared his inevitable bitter mate. He recalled his family in the photo that was on the refrigerator and that time where they reported, was already more than seventeen years, he had decided to accept God's call and would enter the seminary. The priesthood called. Studies were eight years until his final ordination. When ordered Deacon, only his mother participated in this celebration, while his father, a factory worker in his village and his older brother, a Communist, missed the appointment, because they had serious disagreements with the Church. However, he continued. His dedication to service and always encouraged him she was.
was happy in the Villa del Gran Buenos Aires, had nine years in the humble chapel and his dedication to his people, did not know of meanness. He had been in a few years, appropriating them of that dignity that came to them decade after decade removed. Their task was well regarded by many and reviled by others, even members of his Church, to which he belonged. Threats collected from Triple-A, which "invited" to a better evangelization and to desist from human development Bolshevik, who had with his people.
left the delay which caused the memory of the photo, came to the humble chapel adjacent to the parish house, lonely for those hours, took out his breviary, he knelt at the last bank, prayer, thanked God for granting him a new day, got up and made the sign of the cross-in a very solemn and went to the sacristy to remove her things and watch the day's busy schedule. Reviewed it and as every morning, he escaped a smile was that the activities were so many that fail to have any regret and sometimes, the times were not so generous that was needed.
prepared all the small, worn leather briefcase and headed to the room where he kept his black bicycle unconditional. Took the air pump and completed was missing the back cover. He put on his beret, worn by some frequently used - the beard sat with his fingers crossed the portfolio and began his chest out to the sidewalk. Before reaching this, reviewed the tasks to start the tour, they expected the children of the zonal hospital, those who have the faces light up when they approached chewables flights, provided by the grocer on the block, "were children who had terminal illness and the treatment of Father Enrique, I dragged the other day hope to live. Ran bed for bed, I stroked their heads shaved and eyes of children, were less than ten, smiling frankly, extending his hands hurrying in search of candy. The parents, looked on with affection cure and dropped quietly wiping tears would sneak one by one. And started. Another place I expected.
Less than ten blocks away, was waiting for nursing-home care of elderly nuns, who did a commendable job. Celebrated Mass and all involved with mcuh interest. At the end of it, they all came to greet him, all he wanted to deposit their healing hands on their heads. He knew that he had the gift of healing, but also felt guilty about it, and saying, "What does not hurt, does well, which reassured him.
And I knew that after here, was waiting home for abandoned children, home for teenage mothers, small dining rooms in the neighborhood-the number of three-and finally, to celebrate two Masses in neighboring districts because of the disease from both priests. After these mandated activities, special orders were those who for various reasons could not move and he took care in their homes. All I expected.
enslaved his personality and dedication, could not conceive of life otherwise, wise to, needed to give, serve the other gave meaning to his life, never complained, suffered for the unjust, for the misery reigned in place, for ostentation of some and the apathy of others. He felt no resentment, I knew I had to redouble their efforts, although this was against their health. It was in the forties, but looked a little more, less his spirit distilling only work and youth to do.
On several occasions his bishop, had warned that people from the military junta had it in their lists and the need for prompt departure from the country, taking advantage of the World 78 'were countries willing to provide asylum, dismissed the Notice the number of times and was determined to follow. Who would notice him that Sunday in which Argentina played his final at the world he thought so which rose to his bike, while blue and white flags fluttered in the windows of the houses in the village. Some guy was wearing the shirt and ten of the "killer" Kempes as foretelling the goals of the afternoon, while doing little games with a rag ball that his mother learned to make from scraps of old clothes .. He smiled and continued uphill dirt road, whistling a theme he loved Atahualpa.
reached the top of the street and the thing I never thought would happen. The warnings had not been in vain. A falcon green with four occupants inside all in civilian clothes, were waiting for someone to pass and it was who were waiting, one of them got out and asked if Henry was the father to which he replied that if, suddenly dropped the other three and with the certainty of the data, drew their guns, heavy caliber rifles FAL and fired no less than eighty shots, say the witnesses, that hit the father of mankind. While lying on the floor, staring at the sky with open eyes and a slight grin to a smile-like asking the heavenly father in his Regazzo accepted it-had a violent seizure and within seconds, all was silent, his body left moving.
The falcon left quickly, while one of the occupants shouted loudly: "A communist priest least, this is to make homeland" fired several more shots into the air and left.
's father was Henry who had embraced the crucifix on his chest, old leather wallet thrown to one side, like his stalwart black bicycle, a couple of feet. Some neighbors, timidly watched from his window, but no one came, only the dogs began to bark ...
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