Believing doesn’t make it true…
This is his story.
It doesn’t matter if it is true or not, but the way it will touch you is all that matters. A story of hope and reality… but it is up to you to believe.
A young carpenter in a small town was hired by the parish priest to renovate the old church. There he met a young girl. They always meet at a certain spot in that church. That spot was the old small window at the back of the church. The steel was rusty, the red bricks were turning green because of the moss, it was never really a lovely spot but it was special for the two of them.
They fell in love but it did not last. Soon enough, the young girl died of cancer. The young carpenter’s heart was broken and he did not show up even at the funeral.
For a long time, he was not seen everywhere even at the church. For him, the church was a cursed place.
One night he had a dream. He dreamed that he was there at church window again with her. He asked her to take him with her but the girl replied - “ if you had a passion for chocolates, and so you went to Switzerland and you finally just bought yourself the finest chocolate out there. Will you gobble it as soon as you bought it? Of course NOT! You will wait until you find a nice place, a really lovely place. Maybe you will have some nice music too. And when it is perfect, you will eat it slowly; savor it like it is the last thing you’ll ever eat before you die – right? That is why I can’t take you with me right now; I just can’t give you what you are asking of me right now, because it is not yet your time.”
The young carpenter woke up that day, went to the church, and asked the priest if he could work again there. He asked the priest if he could renovate the old small window at the back of the church. The priest asked him “why?” and so he told the dream.
For almost a year the young carpenter renovated that small window. He carved flowers on it and it became a wonderful masterpiece.
The young carpenter spent the rest of his life carving woods for living and then he died at an old age.
And that window at the back of the church became a tourist spot. It was called “the Rose Window” because of the carvings.
Whether it is a fiction or a fact, I bet he is happy with her now and the fact that their story is being told… I could see traces of smiles on their faces that says – ‘it matters if you believe.”
Believing doesn’t make it true but believing builds a chance to reality.
(This story was based and inspired by a DREAM... my dream)