Dou\u0103 lumi, o singur\u0103 copil\u0103rie<\/title>\n <meta name=\"description\" content=\"O poveste despre copil\u0103rie, abandon \u0219i omenie, v\u0103zut\u0103 prin ochii unui copil de 7 ani.\">\n<\/head>\n<body>\n\n<article>\n\n N-am \u0219tiut atunci c\u0103 acolo, pe o treapt\u0103 de beton, aveam s\u0103 \u00eent\u00e2lnesc o copil\u0103rie plin\u0103 de dor \u0219i lipsuri.<\/em><\/p>\n\n Are 7 ani. Mama lui l-a p\u0103r\u0103sit de mic \u0219i de-atunci, singur\u0103tatea i-a fost cea mai apropiat\u0103 companie. L-am g\u0103sit juc\u00e2ndu-se cu c\u00e2teva crengu\u021be \u0219i juc\u0103rii stricate. Nu \u0219tie ce \u00eenseamn\u0103 mama. Nu \u0219tie ce \u00eenseamn\u0103 un prieten. E un copil cu o lume aparte, pu\u021bin autist, dar cu o inim\u0103 care \u00eenc\u0103 mai sper\u0103.<\/p>\n\n Ochii lui erau diferi\u021bi. Nu aveau acea str\u0103lucire nest\u0103p\u00e2nit\u0103 pe care o vezi \u00een privirile copiilor ferici\u021bi care alearg\u0103 prin parcuri, care r\u0103sfoiesc c\u0103r\u021bi colorate sau care adorm \u00eembr\u0103\u021bi\u0219\u00e2nd juc\u0103rii noi. Ochii lui vorbeau despre a\u0219teptare. Despre \u00eentreb\u0103ri f\u0103r\u0103 r\u0103spuns. De ce mama nu mai vine? De ce ceilal\u021bi copii au at\u00e2t de mult, iar eu at\u00e2t de pu\u021bin?<\/p>\n\n I-am oferit o cutie cu alimente \u0219i dulciuri. A z\u00e2mbit larg, apoi m-a \u00eembr\u0103\u021bi\u0219at str\u00e2ns, de parc\u0103 nu mai voia s\u0103-mi dea drumul. Am stat de vorb\u0103, am r\u00e2s \u00eempreun\u0103 \u0219i pentru c\u00e2teva clipe\u2026 n-a mai fost singur. Dar gestul simplu valoreaz\u0103 c\u00e2t o mie de cuvinte. Iar \u00eentr-o lume care l-a uitat, el \u00eenc\u0103 merit\u0103 s\u0103 fie v\u0103zut, iubit \u0219i \u00eembr\u0103\u021bi\u0219at.<\/p>\n\n <h2>Dou\u0103 lumi, o singur\u0103 copil\u0103rie<\/h2>\n\n \u00cen timp ce st\u0103team l\u00e2ng\u0103 el, \u00een curtea aceea \u00eengust\u0103, cu gard d\u0103r\u0103p\u0103nat \u0219i juc\u0103rii improvizate din resturi, mintea mea a fugit spre cel\u0103lalt cap\u0103t al realit\u0103\u021bii.<\/p>\n\n Undeva, la c\u00e2\u021biva kilometri distan\u021b\u0103, sau poate la o lume distan\u021b\u0103, un alt copil de 7 ani se trezea \u00eentr-un pat cald, cu lenjerie parfumat\u0103, \u00eentr-o camer\u0103 plin\u0103 de juc\u0103rii pe care abia le mai privea. Diminea\u021ba lui \u00eencepea cu \u00eembr\u0103\u021bi\u0219\u0103ri, cu micul dejun preg\u0103tit de mama care \u00eel \u00eentreba ce vrea s\u0103 m\u0103n\u00e2nce ast\u0103zi. Poate cereale cu lapte? Sau cl\u0103tite cu Nutella?<\/p>\n\n Acel copil avea prieteni la \u0219coal\u0103, avea s\u0103rb\u0103tori cu tort, cu baloane colorate \u0219i cadouri \u00eempachetate frumos. Avea tablete, jocuri, biciclet\u0103 nou\u0103. Avea totul. \u0218i totu\u0219i, adesea pl\u00e2ngea pentru c\u0103 a primit telefonul gre\u0219it la Cr\u0103ciun sau pentru c\u0103 i s-a stricat tableta.<\/p>\n\n Nu e vina lui. E copil. Nu \u0219tie c\u0103, \u00een aceea\u0219i \u021bar\u0103, \u00een acela\u0219i moment, un alt copil viseaz\u0103 doar s\u0103 aib\u0103 o juc\u0103rie \u00eentreag\u0103. S\u0103 aib\u0103 o \u00eembr\u0103\u021bi\u0219are. S\u0103 aib\u0103 pe cineva.<\/p>\n\n <h2>Nevinov\u0103\u021bia copil\u0103riei<\/h2>\n\n Copiii nu aleg unde se nasc. Nu aleg dac\u0103 vor avea p\u0103rin\u021bi iubitori sau dac\u0103 vor fi abandona\u021bi. Nu aleg dac\u0103 vor cre\u0219te \u00eentr-o cas\u0103 cald\u0103 sau \u00eentr-o barac\u0103 f\u0103r\u0103 geamuri. Nu aleg dac\u0103 vor avea juc\u0103rii din magazin sau crengi din curte.<\/p>\n\n Dar to\u021bi merit\u0103 aceea\u0219i dragoste. Aceea\u0219i \u0219ans\u0103. Acela\u0219i z\u00e2mbet.<\/p>\n\n C\u00e2nd l-am v\u0103zut pe micul meu prieten juc\u00e2ndu-se at\u00e2t de fericit cu acele juc\u0103rii simple, m-am g\u00e2ndit: el nu \u0219tie ce \u00eei lipse\u0219te, dar simte lipsa. Simte golul acela ad\u00e2nc pe care nicio juc\u0103rie, oric\u00e2t de scump\u0103, nu l-ar putea umple, golul unei mame care nu mai e, golul unei familii care nu exist\u0103, golul unei copil\u0103rii care i-a fost furat\u0103 \u00eenainte s\u0103 o tr\u0103iasc\u0103 cu adev\u0103rat.<\/p>\n\n \u0218i totu\u0219i, z\u00e2mbe\u0219te. \u0218i totu\u0219i, sper\u0103. \u0218i totu\u0219i, \u00eembr\u0103\u021bi\u0219eaz\u0103.<\/p>\n\n <h2>Omenia noastr\u0103, oglindit\u0103 \u00een privirea unui copil<\/h2>\n\n Uneori, un gest simplu valoreaz\u0103 c\u00e2t o mie de cuvinte. Iar \u00eentr-o lume care l-a uitat, el \u00eenc\u0103 merit\u0103 s\u0103 fie v\u0103zut, iubit \u0219i \u00eembr\u0103\u021bi\u0219at.<\/p>\n\n Aceea fotografie, cu mine l\u00e2ng\u0103 el, pe treapta aceea de beton, cu z\u00e2mbetul lui curat \u0219i ochii plini de recuno\u0219tin\u021b\u0103, mi-a schimbat perspectiva. Nu copiii ca el au nevoie de mila noastr\u0103. Noi avem nevoie de omenia pe care ei ne-o reamintesc.<\/p>\n\n Pentru c\u0103 \u00eentr-o lume \u00een care copiii se pl\u00e2ng de juc\u0103rii prea multe, exist\u0103 copii care nu au niciuna. \u00centr-o lume \u00een care p\u0103rin\u021bii le ofer\u0103 totul, exist\u0103 copii care nu au pe nimeni. \u0218i \u00eentr-o lume \u00een care uit\u0103m s\u0103 fim recunosc\u0103tori, exist\u0103 copii care z\u00e2mbesc pentru o \u00eembr\u0103\u021bi\u0219are.<\/p>\n\n El m-a \u00eenv\u0103\u021bat c\u0103 a fi om \u00eenseamn\u0103 s\u0103 vezi. S\u0103 nu treci indiferent. S\u0103 nu \u00eenchizi ochii. S\u0103 nu spui \u201enu e treaba mea\u201d. Pentru c\u0103 omenia nu e un lux, e o datorie. O datorie pe care o dator\u0103m tuturor copiilor, indiferent de unde s-au n\u0103scut.<\/p>\n\n C\u00e2nd am plecat din acel sat, inima \u00eemi era grea, dar \u0219i plin\u0103. Grea pentru c\u0103 \u0219tiam c\u0103 el va r\u0103m\u00e2ne acolo, \u00een singur\u0103tate, cu juc\u0103riile lui din crengi. Dar plin\u0103, pentru c\u0103 \u0219tiam c\u0103 m\u0103car pentru o zi, a sim\u021bit c\u0103 cineva \u00eel vede. Cineva \u00eel iube\u0219te.<\/p>\n\n \u0218i poate, doar poate, acel moment \u00eei va r\u0103m\u00e2ne \u00een suflet ca pe o lum\u00e2nare aprins\u0103 \u00een \u00eentuneric. O lum\u00e2nare care \u00eei va \u0219opti, \u00een nop\u021bile grele: E\u0219ti v\u0103zut. E\u0219ti iubit. E\u0219ti important.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n \u0218i asta e tot ce conteaz\u0103. Pentru c\u0103 fiecare copil, fiecare \u2013 merit\u0103 s\u0103 \u0219tie asta.<\/p>\n\n Autor: Daniel Ursachi<\/strong><\/p>\n\n<\/article>\n\n<\/body>\n<\/html>\n\n\n\n\n<\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"O poveste despre nev\u0103zut, despre copil\u0103ria furat\u0103 \u0219i despre simplele gesturi care pot schimba o lume.\u00centr-o diminea\u021b\u0103 r\u0103coroas\u0103, am pornit […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":3810,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"site-sidebar-layout":"default","site-content-layout":"","ast-site-content-layout":"default","site-content-style":"default","site-sidebar-style":"default","ast-global-header-display":"","ast-banner-title-visibility":"","ast-main-header-display":"","ast-hfb-above-header-display":"","ast-hfb-below-header-display":"","ast-hfb-mobile-header-display":"","site-post-title":"","ast-breadcrumbs-content":"","ast-featured-img":"","footer-sml-layout":"","ast-disable-related-posts":"","theme-transparent-header-meta":"","adv-header-id-meta":"","stick-header-meta":"","header-above-stick-meta":"","header-main-stick-meta":"","header-below-stick-meta":"","astra-migrate-meta-layouts":"default","ast-page-background-enabled":"default","ast-page-background-meta":{"desktop":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-5)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"tablet":{"background-color":"","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"mobile":{"background-color":"","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""}},"ast-content-background-meta":{"desktop":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-4)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"tablet":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-4)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"mobile":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-4)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""}},"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-3808","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/danielursachi.misiuneabucovina.org\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3808","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/danielursachi.misiuneabucovina.org\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/danielursachi.misiuneabucovina.org\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/danielursachi.misiuneabucovina.org\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/danielursachi.misiuneabucovina.org\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=3808"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/danielursachi.misiuneabucovina.org\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3808\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3817,"href":"https:\/\/danielursachi.misiuneabucovina.org\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3808\/revisions\/3817"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/danielursachi.misiuneabucovina.org\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/3810"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/danielursachi.misiuneabucovina.org\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3808"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/danielursachi.misiuneabucovina.org\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3808"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/danielursachi.misiuneabucovina.org\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3808"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}

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