Letter to an elder beaten at the hospice

Today your story has jumped to the news. TV, internet, newspapers, outside the bars and among friends and colleagues we talk about you, about a poor old man who is beaten in the place where they should take care of him. I don't like to talk about this story but I want to write you this direct letter to make you understand all my affection.

Have faith. Don't be afraid and don't lose hope. Not all men are like the one who mistreated you. Many are good people, who have affection for the elderly, who are ready to help others. Perhaps you are already a little disappointed by the life that at a certain age you had to leave your home lived for years and go to live in a common home. Your busy children have entrusted you to others. You were left alone, you also lost your wife who left this life.

Don't worry, have faith. Life is unfortunately a hard core and after so much suffering you are also mistreated. What can I tell you, my grandfather, as a man today I feel offended, I almost get angry. But you look ahead, even if your life lasts only one day, look ahead.

In front of you there are many people who love you. There are young volunteers, your grandchildren, friends, good social worker operators who do their job well and with love. There are your children who have not abandoned you but have put you in this place so as not to miss anything, to be treated, to keep you in company.

Do not be disappointed, do not lose hope for a person who is put on the ropes of life has vented his anger with you. Indeed dear grandfather you forgive. You who know life and teach us the true values ​​for your entire life of sacrifice forgive this person and give us a further teaching that only an elderly, old, but professor of life and patience can give.

And what about you. A hug, a prayer, a caress from a distance. Life hasn't put you on the ropes, life hasn't punished you. You only had another experience, albeit a bad one, but only one episode and one experience to add to the other thousand already made. You are not useless. You are a heart, you are a soul, beating for eternity and even if your body is run down and sick we have respect for it. Your body has given birth, has given work, has created generations, your body, today run down, leaves us a teaching forever.

Today a person beat you. Today you met the wrong person. I can assure you today that there are a thousand other people ready to give you a caress, ready to give you a car, ready to recognize your immense value as an elder, ready to fight for you, for your protection, ready to take care of you.

We are this. We are men ready to be near you. A kiss.

AT THE END OF THIS LETTER I WANT TO MAKE THREE CONSIDERATIONS:

PRIMA
Dear children, you have too many commitments. But do you think taking care of an elderly genotore is a second-rate commitment? So if you can't keep the elderly parents at home, put them in the hospices but we go every day to caress them as when they, after a day of long work, came home and gave us a caress to us who were young.

SECOND
You who beat an old man, feel to me "put yourself in the mirror and beat yourself. So you make a better impression. "

THIRD
You who from morning to night do business, earn, create work and business, find a minute to give a caress to an elderly person, a child, to do a work of charity. Perhaps at the end of the day among the various bullshit you do you will realize, in the evening, when you put your head on the pillow, that the best thing you have done is to have done good to others.

WRITTEN BY PAOLO TESCIONE