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O 10o Encontro Nacional da Pastoral da Juventude (ENPJ), que sera sediado em Maringa (PR) em janeiro de 2012, ja tem tema, lema e iluminacao biblica. A definicao aconteceu durante a reuniao da Coordenacao Nacional e da Comissao de Assessores da Pastoral da Juventude, realizada de 8 a 12 de outubro em Imperatriz (MA).O 10o ENPJ tera como tema "Somos Igreja Jovem!", como lema "Na Ciranda da vida, a nossa missao e amar sem medida" e a iluminacao biblica "Ele tendo amado os seus, amou-os ate o fim", extraida do livro de Joao, capitulo 13, versiculo 1.O ENPJ e um momento em que a Pastoral da Juventude reflete, discute, partilha e celebra sua vida e sua historia. O encontro e realizado a cada tres anos e reune representantes dos jovens de todas as dioceses do Brasil. Maringa sera a primeira cidade da regiao sul do pais a receber o evento.Gelinton Batista / PJ Maringa The closing of a cycleHe sat there with weary eyes and a sullen face. He was the lastperson in that field and had asked everybody else to leave him there alone.That was the last thing he could do for her, wait and see the last grain ofdirty be placed on top of her grave. He knew she was already gone, that therewas no afterlife and whatever he was doing; he was doing it for himself. Butsitting there and remembering those crazy last two months was all he could do.They were in the middle of the Pacific Ocean, on their sailboat,as many times before. The storm would come but they knew what to do for itwould not be their first storm. So they setup everything as it should be,stored all lose items, lowered all sails, closed all hatches. The storm came asany storm would wind, rain, thunderbolts, noise but quickly enough itprogressed into a hurricane and everything started to collapse. His onlymemories were acknowledging the fact that that seemed to be their last stormand trying to make sure they would be able to leave the boat with enough tosurvive the storm. So they did, they got their protective suits, the firstaid kit and the survival kit and were able to leave the boat before it capsizedand sank - to this day he still can't believe they had been able to survive ahurricane with winds and waves that were able to crack his boat hull, but theydid.How many hours they spent in the water they he didnt know, but itseemed like thirty hours or more. He couldn't remember how was it that they hadlost their raft and everything inside it. Eventually they washed ashore in asmall island, an island standing alone in the ocean, nothing to be seen formiles. They were alive for their suits were able to keep them from drowning andsuffering hypothermia. He had hurt his left shoulder and that ached a lot. Shehad a swollen knee.The island was not a bad place as they found out after the firstthree days. There was plenty of fresh water and fruits available and they couldfind shelter in a shallow cave
that was well protected from the rain and wind.But they were concerned with how long it would take for them to be rescued forthey had not been able to send an emergency signal before everything happened.But they knew that his son would start to look for them the next day aftermissing their routine communication and it allowed them to be tranquil and theytook the wait as a little vacation break. Of course they made sure they couldbe found with some fire, smoke and visual signals.But fate is not an easy fellow. On one afternoon as he returnedfrom the creek with some fresh water, which had taken him only four minutes tofetch, he found her laying on the ground with the clear signals of a severeallergic reaction. He ran as fast as he could towards her and got to her whileshe was still alive. She was still able to look him in the eyes and hold hishands before she passed out and eventually died. He couldn't believe it, forshe had no known allergies, and also for he knew that if they were in theirhome, or even in their boat, she would still be alive. He sat there holding herin his arms for the next thirteen hours. For thirteen hours he cried. Forthirteen hours he cursed life. For thirteen hours he felt impotent. Forthirteen hours he couldn't think of anything else than the hole in hisheart. Eventually he got to his feet and started to dig a grave for her.And fate again played with him. A raft came to the shore of theisland and three men came to him. He eventually learned they had read about thedisappearing of the couple and when they saw the orange suits hanging as flagson the makeshift poles on the beach they thought they should take a look. Butthat he only was able to understand some days later, for his initial reactionto seeing his rescue party was not that of normal people. He didn't wave hisarms, he didn't smile, and he didn't run towards the men. All he could do wasto go back to her body, take her in his arms and walk as slowly as he couldtowards the ocean. He couldn't explain what he felt on that moment, but it wasa feeling that was worse than the one he had felt thirteen hours before. Howcould it be that she died hours before they were rescued? After 58 days in anisolated island. That had to be a bad nightmare. But he, unfortunately, knew itwas not. That was a sad and wicked reality.He decided it was time to leave the cemetery and go back home,there was no reason for him to stay there, she was not there, she was nowhere,and she was no more.Eventually he got home and the decision was made, he had allreason to suicide for he had lost two loves already. Twenty years ago his wifedied during labor and he raised his son alone for many years until he found hisnew love. And now that love was also gone. Both died in his arms and hecouldnt cope
with that pain again. But he would not suicide, not right away.His son still needed him; his son was still his son, the only living person heloved. So his decision was he would only suicide when that father-son cycle wasover. He would wait, no matter how much pain he would have to bear, until hisson became a father himself.Six years, two months and three days were gone and he was there,holding his grandson in his arms, the little boy looked at him and smiled, andthat smile was the most beautiful smile he had ever seen. Not only beautiful,but also freeing, he didnt have to wait a day longer; his suffering would endtonight.He got home, separated all his antidepressants and anxiety pills,placed them by his bed and started to write a suicide letter to his son.....My son, my only love, I am sorry.I know it is not a brave action to takeyour own life, but you have to understand that I have suffered enough. Losingthe loves of your life, watching them die in your arms, being unable to help istoo much for a person to bear.I have fought through it twice and amtired of all the depression, the nightmares, the increasing doses of drugs, thepain in the heart. I am just too tired. You were the only reason for me tocontinue, and now I feel I can move on. You are a father yourself and you dontneed me anymore. The cycle is closed and I can now rest.Again, I am sorry.Know you are the one person I loved mostduring my life, you were the reason I kept going. I would do it all over againif it were for you. There is nothing is this world that gave me more joy,happiness and the feeling that life was worth all the pain that comes with it.The one thing I know for sure after allthese year is that I truly love you, have always loved.Goodbye son!His son finished the letter and didnt even noticed the river oftears that were flowing in his face at the moment, all he could do was to look upand ask, But father, I dont understand, you are here, you brought me yoursuicide note. Why?I will tell you why my son. After I wrote it and read it all overagain, there was only one thing I knew for sure, and that thing is that theletter was true, I LOVE YOU. And it being true I couldnt do anything otherthan throwing all those pills in the trash and making sure I will love youevery second of my life until the day comes that I die naturally.
se ele apenas se despediu da senhora no quarto mesmo e a senhora teve que achar a porta de saida e procurar um taxi, '9' se ele a levou ate a sua casa e voce mora nos Jardins e escolha '10' somente se ele a levou ate a sua casa e a senhora mora em Guarulhos, Taboao, Osasco, Embu ou qualquer um desses lugares longe pra cacete.""Bem, eu moro no ABC...""ABC.... deixe-me ver .... ABC vale um nove e meio!" - 'ate que enfim uma pergunta que ela respondeu. Mas se disse que mora no ABC deve mesmo e morar la em Maua!' - "Obrigado pelo seu tempo Sra Silvana. Sua opiniao nos ajudara a prover um servico melhor no futuro. Tenha um otimo dia!"'Eu nao acredito que isso aconteceu. Deve ser brincadeira de muito mau gosto. Vou ligar a-go-ra para aquele filho da puta do Pedro'"Alo!""Que porra e essa? E voce de novo? Mas eu liguei para o celular do Pedro!""Sra Silvana? Bom dia novamente. A senhora ligou para o numero certo, e que alem de fazer a pesquisa para o Sr Pedro eu tambem trabalho como secretario dele - e convenhamos, ele nao e tao pegador assim e se eu fosse depender do emprego de pesquisa de satisfacao eu morreria de fome. A proposito, tambem sou o personal dele.""Personal? E aquela barriga de chopp que ele tem?""Porra Sra Silvana, eu faco o que posso. Ou a senhora acha que se eu fosse um bom personal eu teria que fazer esses bicos pro Sr Pedro?""Bem. E verdade!""A proposito Sra Silvana, estou livre hoje a noite, nao quer sair comigo? Mas ja vou avisando, comigo e encontro 171: na sua casa, uma bela trepada e eu mesmo acho a porta de saida para pegar minha bike!"
Um absurdo. Pessoas alienadas com os olhos fixos numa tela minuscula. Lendo, jogando, conversando ... fazendo nao se sabe o que.Uma geracao perdida, que nao ve o mundo ao redor.Uma geracao de pessoas futeis que nao leem os grandes filosofos.Sera?Tenho pensado um pouco nisso ultimamente e, sem nenhuma pesquisa com rigor cientifico, cheguei a conclusao de que tudo isso e "a load of bull crap".Sei que agora ja tem um montao de pseudo-intelectuais torcendo o nariz, mas vamos fazer algumas comparacoes e digressoes a respeito::1 - a pessoa nem acorda e ja esta la, colada na tela do seu smartphone. Nem se conversa mais na mesa do cafe-da-manha.Sera que isso e alguma novidade?Lembre-se bem do passado (e tema recorrente de propagandas de margarinas [argh!]).O pai sentava-se a mesa e enfiava sua cara escanhoada num jornal. Ficava ele perdido nos editoriais e apenas conseguia pegar sua xicara de cafe porque sua esposa sempre a colocava no mesmo lugar na mesa.Nada conversava com seus filhos, pois estava ele se preparando para seu dia de trabalho.Quem falava com as criancas era a mae/empregada/baba/.... (a proposito, feliz dia das mulheres - mais um bullshit de sociedades que estao nem ai para essa cidada de segunda classe).2 - a pessoa entra no metro/ onibus e ja enfica o focinho no seu smartphone. Nem percebe o mundo a sua volta.Novidade?Lembremos que no passado muita gente trazia seu jornal para ler no trajeto. Tambem havia aqueles que jogavam seu passatempo preferido - sudoku, palavras-cruzadas e seus correlatos.Alem disso, que vantagem Maria leva em ficar uma hora olhando pros lados num vagao de metro, ou onibus, lotado? O que se ve e sempre o mesmo - pessoas ja cansadas antes do dia comecar. Sem falar que chega uma hora em que fica extremamente dificil achar um campo de visao em que voce nao tenha que dar um sorriso amarelo por estar 'encarando' o co-participante dessa aventura antropologica que e o transporte publico.Bem. Eu poderia ficar horas dando exemplinhos como os acima (ninguem mais conversa a noite - como se antes de conversava sobre algo que nao sobre o capitulo da novela das oito; ninguem mais le - como se ficar lendo Sabrina e Contigo fosse melhor que ficar no FB .......) mas nao o farei pois creio que a ideia geral esta descrita::Apenas mudamos os meios, mas nossa alienacao e a mesma.Nao podemos culpar o gadget por nossas escolhas. Se queremos ler Sabrina e Contigo em papel impresso ou na tela do smartphone, continuamos sem agregar nada 'nobre' a nosso cerebro.Se preferimos jogar sudoku em um exemplar Coquetel, ou se o jogamos em um app, continuamos a jogar sudoku.Se os pais querem conversar com os filhos, o samrtphone e tao nocivo quanto o jornal impresso ou a novela.Se vamos dormir no trajeto ate o trabalho, se vamos ouvir um mp3 ou se vamos ficar bisbilhotando a vida dos outros na rede social, estamos apenas fazendo 'nada' em meios diferentes.Long story short::Coisa de velho achar que os jovens hoje estao piores do que ontem (podem ate estar, mas nao e por
culpa do smartphone).Culpar a tecnologia pelo uso que fazemos dela e mostrar que nada entendemos de historia, antropologia, sociologia e tecnologia.E tenho dito (ou escrito). E quem quiser discordar que seja bem vindo.
Elana we need that jump clearance NOW, shouted Anthony,the commanding officer for the evacuation flight. There is no time to waste.According to the last predictions the invaders will be swarming upon Earth inno time.I know Tony, Earth air traffic control has just cleared usfor the jump, replied Elana, the navigation officer.What are we waiting then? Lock the wormhole coordinates andlets get the hell outta here, grinned Tony.Aye aye skip.....What the hell was that Elana? shouted Tony after atremendous shock wave travelled through the hull of the ship.I dont know Tony. Seems like we were shot.Damn it. They are here. Lets jump NOW, before we becomestardust.JUMPING ....With that said the transportation vessel prefix 3D3N of theGlobal Research Development Network GRDN for short - initiated its one-second-longtrip through the cautiously-calculated and artificially-produced wormhole whichwould take them to the Sirius-system mining colony, which was safely away fromEarth - for Earth was being attacked by a humanoid race that just three daysearlier was totally unknown to humans.What is going on Elana? asked Tony when he realized thejump was taking a little longer than anticipated.I dont know Tony. It seems that - and I hope I am wrongabout it - we are off course.But that is impossible Elana.Yes and no Tony. Once we enter the wormhole it is indeed impossiblefor us to be off course. But if something interferes with its generation before we initiate the jump, then it isindeed possible the wormhole was not correctly generated and we end up in thewrong destination!Damn.Ok, calm down Tony. We are just out of it. Lets try andfigure out where we are.What now? asked Tony after the entire ship started toshake uncontrollably.I know as much as you Tony. Look, it is the environmentalcondition alarm of the cargo compartment. It indicates total loss of pressure,which might be the result of a hole generated by the shot we took beforejumping, noted Elana after recognizing some alarm indicators blinking on thecontrol dashboard.But that means .....Yes Tony. That means all of them are dead. There is nothingwe can do now. Lets try and find somewhere to land this ship before we arealso dead.Both knew that they had failed miserably in their mission. Afailure that was not to be taken lightly, for they had received one of the mostimportant missions of their life. Once Earth military command had realized that the recentlydiscovered alien race was not willing to make friends with the human race therewas only one course of action to be taken complete evacuation of all relevanthuman assets from Earth. Tony and Elana were one out of fifty flight crews thatwere assembled to be piloting the GRDN vessels away from the attack. Each crewwas chosen amongst the best military pilots on Earth, and they were alsobrilliant scientists themselves. But when compared to their cargo, they weremere average lab assistants, for each of the fifty cargos were comprised oftwo-hundred of the top scientists, doctors and artists of Earth. Each of theevacuees were chosen by the Earths government for they were the only hope thatmankind would be able to survive the annihilation that would follow
thethree-day-warning received from the humanoids.Most importantly, and potentially tragic, is the fact thatGRDN-3D3N was the first ship in the departing queue. And if the first ship washit by the attack, which, apparently, started minutes before the deadline, Tonyand Elana could only imagine that the other ships didnt have a better destiny luckthan theirs.Look Tony, we have a planet ahead of us. Lets land thereand see what it is. We dont have time to assess options now, spoke Elana withher finger pointing to a round Earth-like planet to the starboard of the ship.You are right. Lets land before this whole piece of junkfalls apart. Setting up manual landing program.Analyzing atmosphere for the reentry path calculation,responded Elana in a very professional manner, until she changed her look andjust noted, Weird!What Elana? Dont gimme more bad news just now!Not at all Tony. This is far from bad news. In fact theatmosphere of this planet is too similar to Earths own atmosphere oncomposition and density.How come Elana? We have mapped over ten thousands planetsoutside of our solar system and none come close to resembling Earthsatmosphere, reminded Tony.I know Tony, That is the reason for the use of the word weird,sarcastically replied Elana. But now is not the time to wonder about this, letsland this thing, complemented her while plotting the reentry descending path.Reentry was smooth and they had enough time to find asuitable landing spot. They chose a long and wide beach surrounded by plainsfilled with vegetation and close to a river delta. They did not comment on thefact that there was abundant water on the planet, for they had more importantthings to think about, but that fact did not pass unnoticed to either of them.Engine is off Elana. Lets suit up, leave the cabin andcheck the ship conditions.Wait a minute Tony. I dont think we need to suit up atall.Why not?Again Tony, the atmosphere is way too close to Earths.Even more, I dare say it is exactly the same as Earths. And to make thingsweirder, take a look at the G-gauge, ordered a very surprised Elana.No way!Way!It just can not be Elana.Well, it is just what the gauge is showing. I am not makinganything up.I know. But that is not possible. Too many coincidences arenever coincidences.Well, it is always possible that the blast we took did somedamage to our ships instruments, noted Elana, I say we do suit up, go outthere and check the atmosphere with the portable instruments, for they wouldnot have been affected by the blast. And we can also try some walking andjumping around ourselves so we can gauge by ourselves if this 1G reading isaccurate. What do you say?I dont have a better idea myself. Lets get moving. Takethe blasters just in case.And so they suited up on their environmental independentgear, took their manual instruments and blasters and headed to the outside ofthe ship.The first thing they noticed when stepping out of the shipwas the gigantic hole that was cut through the cargo compartment and theremaining frozen dead bodies inside of it. They both made a mental note theyhad to get
rid of those bodies as soon as they figured out where they were andhow safe it was.Their portable instruments readings agreed fully with theships instruments and they got rid of the cumbersome gear. Also, there wasnot the slightest doubt they were on a 1G environment too, since walking,moving, jumping and all other physical movements were as natural as if theywere on Earth.For some one hour they were silent, looking intently attheir surroundings, experimenting the touch and feel of every little grain ofsand, small plant, the water ... everything felt so familiar that they couldntunderstand what had happened. After the quiet hour passed they realized it wasgetting dark and they needed to go back to the ship to spend the night in asafe place. A night they had no clue as to how long it would last. Tony and Elana were acquaintances from the military compoundbut they had never really talked to each other for longer than two minutes andknew very little of each other. So, that first part of the night was spent on afriendly conversation among two people who would really need to become closerif they wanted to find out what had happened to them.Anthony David Matthews was a 35 year-old pilot, born upnorth and had a degree on physics. He had always wanted to fly space ships andthat was the first thing he learned in his life. Once he was of age, 16, hejoined the military school and chose physics as his minor so to make sure hewould be able to be in the forefront of spaceship development when he got tooold to fly the ships himself.Elana Winter Eckhart was born East in what had once beenknown as Europe. She was 10 years younger than Tony and was a geologist and afirst class navigator. Her reasons for joining the military were less relatedto the military life itself, and more related to the possibilities she wouldhave of travelling a lot and getting to know many different places without anycost. At least that is what she had thought, for the military life was a lotharder than she had anticipated. But she was a strong woman and made sure she wouldnot complain.Both were very beautiful specimens of the humankind and forwhatever reasons they chose not to get married and have kids, as it was thenorm for all those who were of age 20 year-old to be more precise. They had chosenthe bachelor life, which could have its downsides, as being always the onesthat didnt have kids to boast about, or those who didnt get invited to mostof the social gatherings for those were boring family reunions in most cases,but the upsides of the bachelor living style always seemed to be way too goodto disregard they actually couldnt understand why the vast majority ofpeople would give up the travelling, the studying and the freedom to choose hisor her own place to live (married couples would not be allowed to move todifferent cities for that would remove the population balances). In any manner,they were young and beautiful and brave, which allowed them to rest that