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- OMG THIS YEAR WILL BE GOOD FOR US , the field of ripe corn dotted with the flowers that always promised a good harvest. The only thing the earth needed was a downpour;or at least a shower
- big drops of rain began to fall.The air was fresh and sweet. The man went out for no other reason than to have the pleasure of feeling the rain on his body,and when he returned he exclaimed, ‘‘These aren't raindrops falling from the sky, they are new coins.The big drops are ten cent pieces and the little ones are fives.’’With a satisfied expression he regarded the field of ripe corn with its flowers, draped in a curtain of rain. But suddenly a strong wind began to blow and along with the rain very large hailstones began to fall
- ‘‘It’s really getting bad now,’’ exclaimed the man.“HE hope it passes quickly.” It did not pass quickly.For an hour the hail rained on the house, the garden, the hillside, the cornfield, on the whole valley. The field was white, as if covered with salt.Not a leaf remained on the trees. The corn was totally destroyed
- they say: no one dies of hunger.”All through the night, Lencho thought only of his;one hope: the help of God everything, even what is deep in one’s conscience. Lencho was an ox of man, working like an animal in the fields, but still he knew how to write. The following Sunday, at daybreak, he began to write a letter which he himself would carry to town and place in the mail.It was nothing less than a letter to God.“God,” he wrote, “if you don’t help me, my family and I will go hungry this year. I need a hundred pesos in order to sow my field again and to live until the crop comes, because the hailstorm....”
- in order not to shake the writer’s faith in God,the postmaster came up with an idea: answer the letter. But when he opened it, it was evident that to answer it he needed something more than goodwill,ink and paper. But he stuck to his resolution: he asked for money from his employees, he himself gave part of his salary, and several friends of his were obliged to give something ‘for an act of charity’.It was impossible for him to gather together the hundred pesos, so he was able to send the farmer only a little more than half. He put the money in an envelope addressed to Lencho and with it a letter containing only a single word as a signature: God
- Lencho showed not the slightest surprise on seeing;the money; such was his confidence — but he became angry when he counted the money. God could not have made a mistake, nor could he have denied Lencho what he had requested.On the public writing-table,he started to write, with much wrinkling of his brow,caused by the effort he had to make to express his ideas.The moment the letter fell into the mailbox the postmaster went to open it. It said: “God: Of the money that I asked for, only seventy pesos reached me. Send me the rest, since I need it very much. But don’t send it tome through the mail because the post office employees are a bunch of crooks. Lencho.”
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