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CHOLERA EPIDEMIC AND EAT THIS APPLE THINK A LITTLE DREAM

My dear friends:
agree with me that sometimes simpler memories we hold in our mind are the most eloquent and expressive. Small seemingly unimportant events give you the necessary resiliency and more beautiful colors to the reality that holds our memories.
That is also true Salesian our history. simplest memories of those early years of the start of the Oratorio show us the freshness of a spring emerging that gives us crystal clear fresh water of a river in flood. Juan Bautista Francesia
, one of the first guys who stay with Don Bosco in Valdocco, has transmitted the memory of small events which happened in a lost corner of the Italian Piedmont. They have the cover of the great events happening simultaneously processors in the country, but if have the depth of saving a little story for hundreds of boys swirling in factories, on the outskirts of the city, streets and in the streets looking instinctively survive. Cannon fodder. Write
Francesia that Margarita Mama's kitchen became, in the autumn rain and long winter, in a familiar space and warm shelter for all the boys who came to the fire looking for a little warmth and affection. At home and in absolute poverty are interwoven beautiful pages of what might be called, without exaggeration, the cradle of the Salesian .
A boy, tortured by the jokes of his companions, mother found refuge with Margaret who gives a bunch of grapes and joking with him to make him smile .
The kid who has made a book and play ball with him to smash it. Mama Margaret, realizing called attention strongly rebuking. At the time, seeing mortified, thinking: "after the injury, we need the oil" , and fondly gives an apple.
A boy hungry and sneaks into the kitchen entertaining to use its oversight and steal a piece of cheese . Margarita Mama, washing vegetables, and realizes he complains: "Well! Consciousness is like tickling, there are those who feel and who does not feel " . And it gives a good slap on the wrist with a smile .
Sitting next to her one day a boy who went astray, he said in the goodness and power of a mother "I must tell you something important. Do not you realize you've changed? I know what you get. You neglect in your duties and you stopped praying. You're the last to go to church and go with reluctance. If God does not help What do you want to do in life? Eat this apple and think about it a little ".
For the boys who were well behaved, also had his word in his ear : "Well, I said. Don Bosco and the Lord is happy with you. Keep it up ".
Reason, religion and love . The three pillars on which to base the preventive system. Valdocco was a workshop to experience - live and direct - the educational approach of our father. Don Bosco has learned from Margarita. And we could say that the Salesian project has a lot of kind and gentle eyes of the mother . This is our memory, our history. The spring which always return to drink the fresh water of the Salesian spirit. Your friend, Jose Miguel Núñez

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Wentinam His name was "Who loves me?" . This meant his name in his native language: Wentinam "Who loves me?" Who loves you? God loves you! We have loved you! And here we are with you, asking the Lord for you, praying to God for us, for your life and your story not only remain in our memory, but remain in our hearts, where the feelings are purer, more authentic, more of God. And always remember you because you were one of us, our house, our family, the sons of Don Bosco, our son and our brother and our friend.
closer You do not have to cross, no more deserts to cross, no more dreams to chase. No more mountains in which to hide no more hurdles to jump. You made your last trip. This if you drove to the promised land, that dream, that longing, you came looking on this side leaving behind an uncertain future. You took a leap forward and look, God listened. You asked for a miracle and the miracle came true: there are no more shadows in your life, no more thirst, no more pain. You just have to love.
came and we open our door. share the roof and the table, life and dreams. We did just what we needed to do: to receive and share. Is not that the Gospel of Jesus? Whoever welcomes one such child in my name welcomes me ... Can not speculate on Gospel, we can not speculate on the lives of people, we can not speculate on the intensity with which a man clings to a man when he cries, bleeding from the mouth, an opportunity and a hand to hold . Were
man of deep faith. We strengthened the confidence in the God who preceded you . Tough to exhaustion experienced many times how the Lord sustained. Remember when you told me that even a snake in your hand you did wrong? Know that God took you as on eagles' wings, the palm of your hand, always ahead by opening the sea for you ... Always open sea.
raising the hope of a better future . Not just for you. "My first offense before God - I said - will be doing nothing for humanity, especially humanity marginal, abandoned to their fate, those whom society calls shamelessly 'street children' very dirty under the bags on the market or on the streets, they show us God's face hidden under the misery that our social inequalities caused them ". wanted a quick return to Africa for - as you said yourself - bring to fruition the seed. Fighting man, stout man of hope, a man of dreams.
And now you have only love. The love life on many occasions, I refused. But did you know kiss, did you know about the heart and has won the friendship of many, the love of your mother and your brothers who were there in your town and the affection of the Salesians who welcomed you in Kara, the children who accompanied our small homes and educator of friends that care about your country, the Salesians have been your family and your home in recent months, friends, doctors, nurses, everyone I knew and knew to speak to the heart .
And now you have only love. Wentinam "Who loves me?" God loves you, Cyriaque, God holds you, God has led open sea, Full Life. intercede before the Father, for your journey, your story and your eyes cross with ours along the way, have not been in vain.

NB. Cyriaque was Togo. He came to Spain without papers seeking a better life and pursuing a dream. A few months of each other a liver cancer killed him. Just the day before he died, ironies of life, we got a residence permit for which we fight for months. Left among us a deep impression. A man tenacious fighter, with a unshakable confidence in God. This February, for four years after his death. With all the love.

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'M A NARROW YOU IN THE BATTLE OF LIFE

My dear friends:
I received a letter these days has filled me with joy and I was "caught" the bowels. I hope Tètouwala, my young friend Togolese not be angry with me to share with you part of their history. I asked a few months ago tell me what had been their experience with the Salesians , especially with José Antonio Rodríguez Bejarano , who welcomed him in the Foyer Don Bosco (Kara - Togo) where only a child, had been expelled from his family accused of witchcraft. Here is part of his testimony:

"For two years he lived on the street . My own family had abandoned me after my mother's death. My dear mother left me on June 17, 1990, two years after the death of my father. Accused of witchcraft, they decided it could not live with anyone and I drove from home (...) But a new chapter of my life opened when others had closed. The man leaves the man, but God never abandons : November 14, 1992, P. Antonio crossed my life and took me to a house where many other kids. Among them I realized that his situation was very similar to mine (...).
I was able to resume studies and paternity and affection that we needed the got from the Salesians (...) The day to day we did find that there are men in the world who think about the good of others and forget themselves. It was a great and wonderful discovery ...! And the best part is that in the midst of this situation, I felt - especially - the most beloved Fr Antonio . I knew he was always with the kids, but when I was transmitting me all the affection that I needed . Thus was born my love for him also and made it big. He became a father for me, my dad.
One day I realized that I was not alone who was so loved. All colleagues with whom I spoke were believed to loved ones. P. Antonio had become the father of all staff, every one in particular (...). I made the promise, and all my colleagues, that would always be with us in our battle for life and we argue all the time it took . But the good Lord had other plans ... "

So far the story of Tètouwala. José Antonio died of cerebral malaria in 1995 . As the grain that falls to the ground and breaks to bear fruit, his life was for many children from Togo, a word from God that led them to understand how much they wanted . Today, my friend Tètouwala third study of sociology at the University of Lomé and still struggling to be happy:
"Who would have thought ... not even me, I only was a street kid .. The works of P. Antonio will continue to bear fruit for ever. I think, and I think too many of my colleagues, P. Antonio pronounced a blessing upon us all , his boys ...".
love is not enough ... they realize that they are loved ... Does that sound right? A José Antonio, doctors said, the heart was left intact, only the heart. Could not be otherwise: big heart, heart of the Good Shepherd, heart Salesian passionate heart to the end.
Goodfellas. Like you. Like me.
Your friend, Jose Miguel Núñez