The young man named Marco Baggi, was twenty-five years and his only aspiration was death.
The old man by the name of Bartolomeo and Pallotta, in spite of his ninety years, desperately wanted to live.
But God had other plans for the mind and, above all, prepared to give them a good lesson. The most significant of a lifetime.
would not have been a major problem in bringing people together, basically a ninety year old man and a suicidal young man had one thing, or rather a common place: the hospital.
That Monday morning, Mark had planned everything carefully: he had expected that his father had gone out to get his job and had been waiting to hear the mother's heels as he crossed the square to go to the market.
There was no time to lose, otherwise fear, cowardice ol'esitazione could ruin everything. Nothing
scenes from the film and cut the veins on bleeding in the bathtub and even an angel flying off the balcony (also considering the fact that he lived on the ground floor and a jump from the window would bring barely a scratched knee or slightly more).
would be a clean job: as a good medical student knew which drug cocktails ingest to greet the world with dignity and to avoid jeopardizing his organs.
had not even left a note of explanation rips tears to his family. It was perfectly useless, everyone knew the reasons for his gesture. Meanwhile
Bartholomew was tyrannizing his carer with absurd accusations and incessant demands, first a glass of water, sugar and lemon, then a Cuban cigar, a minute later another pillow for his back and after that, a chocolate biscuit.
The woman, a Peruvian low and stocky, was about to protest that the was his day off and had made commitments, but then she saw him carrying a pale hand to his chest.
Maybe it's his moment she thought with some relief: losing a job was not a nice thing, especially these days but remain in the service of such a dictator was many times worse than being unemployed and without money.
Half an hour later, against all odds, the old shooting weakly senses: it was lying on a hospital bed and a nurse was leading the department. In the hallway, a group of doctors frantically pushing a gurney on which a young swinging dangerously between life and death.
Beside them, a woman in tears asking: why did you do it my son? Why?
Marco recovered quickly.
Thanks to the providential hand of God, mother, soon came to the stand of vegetables, she realized that it had the wallet and returned home in a hurry, just in time to see her son who was beginning to lose consciousness.
The rush to the hospital had been his salvation: the poisons that had taken had not yet been fully assimilated and gastric lavage had solved the case quickly.
lucky that God can do more things and had temporarily found a way to keep the caregiver at home to take care of that old irascible and insatiable, otherwise it would be hard to give those two the opportunity to meet and learn something really important to each other.
conditions also improved by Bartholomew. It was amazing how much heart and battered old had survived the third stroke.
The news had spread quickly throughout the hospital, reaching the ears of Mark that was curious, wanted to know that person whose heart would not yield to the weight of years and life.
phenomenal man wanted to meet and ask him what his secret and discuss with him the good luck that affect a few and ignores many others. He believed in destiny
him? Would be able to explain why he had lived almost a century and, instead, his young, sweet, adored Margaret had died three months before waiting for a donor who could save her?
Know Bartholomew however, was not enlightening experience that was expected was an old grumpy, rude and obnoxious at times evil. Marco
But that had nothing to lose, (all that kept him connected to life, was gone three months before) did not mean giving up. He used the man in his presence and gained his trust to find out what was good in the hard rind. He wanted to devise responses to Margaret when they were reunited in the world and had made up his mind that quell'anziano was the key to everything.
Following discharge from the hospital, the boy began to make regular visits to the old, but it was really hard for him to enter into the good graces of Mr. Paladini: Bartholomew did not trust anyone, had a terrible fear that people around the same only to seize its assets and its valuables. At each visit, forcing Mark to sit next to his bed without even allow him to go to the bathroom and, at the time to say goodbye, he had emptied his pockets before his eyes. Of course nobody can come and visit: the only people wandering around his house were Mark and Neroli, the caregiver. He had no wife nor children, his brothers had died some time ago and his grandchildren had stopped to visit him. He was alone, his bad manners had completely isolated, but even so, Bartholomew continued to be dry and the detestable man ever.
It took months to make them understand that that guy did not steal anything, months in which the elderly had long observed the young and, moved by curiosity, he finally decided to ask him what he wanted from him.
was a big step forward for Mark who was finally able to establish a dialogue with Bartholomew. At first it was just him trying to talk about interesting topics but generic so as not to disturb people and do not close in a silence of ice. Then, slowly, Bartholomew was also struck by the desire to talk about himself, their experiences and life.
You could say that the two had become friends, but their conversation had turned into a pleasant pastime for both the old man had found someone to fill the life of bitter loneliness, the young spend a few hours of relief from that pain made him wish for death.
finally came the day when you realized the plans of the Lord. This time, however, did nothing to force the hand: the situation was well under way and he was sure that all the pieces would be trapped in the right place.
"Why did you want to die young?" She asked Bartholomew, without notice, after accepting from the hands of the young a cup of tea.
Marco was speechless. Never had told him of the failed attempt to end his life, nor spoke of Margaret and her unfortunate fate. What was that old grouch
able to understand things that he had never mentioned?
"I saw that day at the hospital you know? The woman asked why so I knew what you had done. "
There were no words to describe what Mark felt at that moment they were trying to read that month in the soul of man as he, with one glance, he could do much more.
was a river that flowed from the lips of the boy: revealed that all unknown. She told him that Margaret had a heart malformation, which was not a donor and that he was now alone with his bleeding heart healthy but of pain and despair.
Bartholomew had not broken down that much, but he had listened carefully to the voice broken by tears and, for once, he had compassion. He who had removed his loved ones, he did not want to die for greed, not to allow his grandchildren to enjoy the handful of heredity.
And now that guy's asking questions about the fate and life, but what you could know him, if he had lived with the sole purpose of amassing a fortune by not share with anyone? Perhaps
was not able to give answers, but a solution yes. On reflection he realized how to help that his only a young friend.
The man died a few weeks later. Although he had passed the heart attack, doctors said that he had let go if it wanted to pursue a voluntary decision.
His will was a surprise to everyone. Of course, having no direct heirs, all his fortune went to the children of his brothers, but what made headlines was a generous donation to the hospital in favor of research on cardiovascular diseases in the hope that his gesture could be used to save Margherita and the various love to return the various brands.
But above all, he hoped that a boy could continue to live, to become a doctor and fall in love again.
Together with his last will he find an envelope addressed to Marco Baggi. It was a letter concise summary that reflected the style of Bartolomeo in all its severity. But despite the brevity and calligraphy nervosa, there stood all his gratitude was to be his next, for his friendship but even more for teaching him to die. Die happy to know that her grandchildren would enjoy its riches. Died after leaving a substantial check to a young man who had given him affection, despite his bad temper. To die knowing that, at times, it was worth it.
The boy was unwilling to face another mourning had begun to entertain a sincere affection for the old and now had to abandon it. Of course he was grateful the sudden and unexpected generosity of Bartholomew, but his death caused him again that old desire to escape death.
But then he realized the deep meaning of what had happened: Mark had been able to heal a heart. It was not surgery, not his skills as a trainee or the discovery of an innovative drug and even luck. It was love, the panacea that had turned a heart of stone, one can experience genuine feelings. The affection he had won was a balm, a fertilizer that had found its way to the arid streets of the man making him the sprouting seeds of healing and hope.
Marco became a well-known and respected cardiovascular surgeon, he saved many lives, while for others there was nothing to do and had to resign and let them go.
almost no thought to die every time that depression was trying to knock on his door, he went to visit the remains of his friend and, after a silent conversation with him, returned to him, ready to face new tests pleasurable or painful that might be.
God saw the result of that excellent work: his intervention was crucial, but had to admit that those two objectives were achieved beyond expectations.
By Mark had finished and it was time to pick up some new challenge elsewhere.
They were not so bad these men, thought giving one last glance down.
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