A quel day I saw my grandfather's different. His eyes were lost. Was absent. I think now that perhaps he sensed that was the last day of his life. I approached and said, "Good morning, grandfather." And he extended his hand in silence. I sat next to his chair and after a moment, somewhat mysterious, said: "Today is a day of inventory, son." Inventory ", I asked surprised. "Yes so much lost inventory," he said.
Then I said:
"I always had desire to do many things then I did not have enough will to overcome my laziness. I remember that girl I loved in silence for four years, until one day he left town without my knowing. I was also about to study engineering, but did not dare. I remember the damage they have caused to others by not having the courage to speak, to speak his mind. And other times I lacked the courage to be loyal. And the few times I have told your grandma I love her, and I love her dearly. So many things unfinished, so much love undeclared, so many missed opportunities. "
Then his eyes sank into the void, her eyes became moist, and continued: "This is my inventory of lost things, the review of my life. Me no longer serves me. I'm giving it so you can make your own inventory on time and not make the same mistakes. "
Then, with some joy on his face, continued: "You know what I discovered in these days? Do you know what is the greatest sin in the life of a human being?". The question surprised me and just managed to say, with insecurity: "I had not thought of. I guess killing other human beings and wish others to hate evil ..".
looked at me with affection and said: "I think the greatest sin in the life of a human being is the sin of omission . And the most painful is to uncover the things lost no time to find and recover. "
The next day I returned home early, after the funeral of his grandfather, to make it easy my own inventory of lost things, of things unspoken affection unmanifested.
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