So, today I got lost in Madri but them I just met this awesome French dude that not only helped me find my way back to The hotel but also walked me there. I was walking on the streets, those that only have half a million dollar clothes, with my hearth beating fast like hell. I was freaked out. Them I saw this guy really concentrated, watching his own steps and caring lots of things. But unlike the black tie workers that we usually see in airports , this guys looked healthy and happy. So, I stopped him talking in Spanish and he kept walking saying "no ablo" or something like that. I jumped and ask "English?". "Yes. You need help?" He answers. First of all I thanked him, with all my hearth.
He have this cute way of speaking that mixed with the french accent is unbelievable. Anyway, his name is Cristian and he is a teacher that gives speeches around the world. Firm handshaking, caring books, cellphone, suitcase and coach. Also his clothes are cool. He dress them as he embrace the air, half open and really fresh. He smells like something you would absolutely but inside your house if you could. His laugh is like water crashing in the rocks, it doesn't just end, keeps floating in your head. Really great guy. I actually enjoyed walking some blocks in his company. And he told me a bit about himself as did I. We laugh in each others company and had a great four minutes conversation. See what I'm pointing out? This is the kind of guy that makes the world amazing as it is! Thank you, Random dude. You made my day better by being you.
A poucos dias atras encontrei um senhor de mais ou menos oitenta anos subido uma lomba terrível enquanto carregava um ar condicionado. Me lembrei do cara que me ajudou em Madri. Acabei caminhando por meia hora com um aquecedor ... Ajudei ele a levar o aparelho até em casa. Uma casa simples... Muito simples. Ele perdeu a mulher no ano passado, foi uma luta terrível contra o câncer. E perderam. O amor da vida dele. Por quem ele foi casado por mais de 40 anos. Eu podia ter pagado um taxi pro cara. Não precisava ter caminhado tudo aquilo, mas nem o cara da história acima precisava ter me levado até o hotel. Mas as vezes é assim... A gente precisa de um ato de carinho, de uma conversa suave pra não perder as esperanças... Quando verem alguém na rua, olhemos verdade. Ajudem. As vezes o mundo precisa do seu amor.
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