{"id":492,"date":"2012-01-04T07:55:45","date_gmt":"2012-01-04T07:55:45","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/?p=492"},"modified":"2012-03-20T16:41:52","modified_gmt":"2012-03-20T16:41:52","slug":"caruta-cu-destine","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/2012\/01\/04\/caruta-cu-destine\/","title":{"rendered":"C\u0103ru\u0163a cu destine"},"content":{"rendered":"

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C\u0103ru\u0163a cu destine<\/strong><\/p>\n

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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 O feti\u0163\u0103 pl\u00e2ngea, chircit\u0103 de frig, de foame. Se uita cu ochi curio\u015fi la cei mari ce \u00eenghesuiau ce apucau \u00eentr-o c\u0103ru\u0163\u0103. Parc\u0103 frigul \u00eei transformase lacrimile \u00een stele. Privea sper cer, sper\u00e2nd, c\u0103 mama, tata, \u00eei vor intinde o m\u00e2n\u0103, o vor ridica \u00een bra\u0163e \u015fi o vor a\u015feaza \u00eentr-un pat cald. Mama, murise c\u00e2nd \u00eencepuse a g\u00e2nguri, tat\u0103l fusese luat de comuni\u015fti, g\u0103sindu-\u015fi sf\u00e2r\u015fitul \u00een \u00eenchisoare, schingiuit, batjocorit\u2026 \u00cencepuse s\u0103 pl\u00e2ng\u0103 \u00een hohote. Nu avea cine s\u0103 o aud\u0103. To\u0163i preocupa\u0163i de a fugi, de a mai salva c\u00e2te ceva din fa\u0163a n\u0103v\u0103litorilor. Era prim\u0103vara anului 1944. Fuga fusese singura salvare. Urcat\u0103 \u00een c\u0103ru\u0163\u0103, speriat\u0103, nu \u015ftia unde se vor opri. Asculta \u00eenfrigurat\u0103 ropotul cailor, ca b\u0103tutul de inimi a celor speria\u0163i de urgia ce o l\u0103saser\u0103 \u00een urm\u0103. Nu \u00een\u0163elegea mare lucru, \u00eencerc\u00e2nd cu ochii \u00eenchi\u015fi s\u0103 g\u0103seasc\u0103 r\u0103spunsuri printre lacrimi.<\/strong>
\n O c\u0103ru\u0163\u0103 cu destine fr\u00e2nte, fiecare enigmatic\u0103, t\u0103ioas\u0103, neprev\u0103zut\u0103. Un drum f\u0103r\u0103 \u00eentoarcere, un drum spre necunoscut. Oare unde vor poposi? Care va fi casa lor? Vor avea vreodat\u0103 o cas\u0103? Sau se vor \u00eentoarce la vatra lor? Unchiul Vasile uneori o privea milos. Era \u00eengrijorat \u015fi de copiii s\u0103i, zgribuli\u0163i \u00een c\u0103ru\u0163\u0103, \u015fi de soa\u0163a sa care urma s\u0103 nasc\u0103.<\/strong>
\n Au mers ore \u00een \u015fir. Mai mult noaptea, pentru a nu fi z\u0103ri\u0163i \u015fi trimi\u015fi \u00een Siberia. Se trezise brusc. Cineva \u00eencerca s\u0103 coboare, s\u0103 curme drumul f\u0103r\u0103 o direc\u0163ie precis\u0103. Erau undeva \u00een Oltenia. Vocile \u015foptite nu ajungeau la ea. M\u0103tu\u015fa sa, pe care se baza, cobor\u00e2se din c\u0103ru\u0163\u0103, uitase de feti\u0163a orfan\u0103 ce visa la un c\u0103min cald. \u201eDe ce s\u0103-i fie feti\u0163a povar\u0103? Ar lua-o cineva de nevast\u0103 cu un prunc dup\u0103 ea?\u201d Spera ca via\u0163a s\u0103-i ofere o nou\u0103 \u015fans\u0103. Se oprise \u00een Craiova\u2026<\/strong>
\n Feti\u0163a, realiz\u00e2nd ce se \u00eent\u00e2mpl\u0103, \u00eencepu din nou s\u0103 pl\u00e2ng\u0103\u2026 O voce rece a oprit-o din t\u00e2nguial\u0103. Cu ochii \u00eenchi\u015fi spunea \u00cengera\u015ful, \u015fi a\u015fa, ascult\u00e2nd trop\u0103itul cailor \u00een noapte, adormi cu inima s\u00e2nger\u00e2nd. Acum era singur\u0103, nu mai avea pe nimeni\u2026 Doar Cerul \u015fi \u00eengerii ei p\u0103zitori\u2026<\/strong>
\n S-a trezit undeva prin Mun\u0163ii Cernei, \u00eentr-o p\u0103dure, unde ei, cei fugi\u0163i, puteau s\u0103 se odihneasc\u0103 feri\u0163i, \u00eentr-un s\u0103la\u015f\u2026 Pe feti\u0163\u0103 o trimiseser\u0103 s\u0103 culeag\u0103 flori de c\u00e2mp. \u00cei venise sorocul femeii \u00eens\u0103rcinate, m\u0103tu\u015fii Catrina. Un sc\u00e2ncet de copil mic, un b\u0103ie\u0163el n\u0103scut \u00een pribegie. Rudele uitaser\u0103 pentru o clip\u0103 de pericol. O nou\u0103 via\u0163\u0103, un nou \u00eenceput! Dumnezeu le d\u0103duse un semn \u00een acea pustietate.<\/strong>
\n C\u00e2nd li s-a dat vestea c\u0103-\u015fi pot continua drumul, au pornit-o din nou, \u00een c\u0103ru\u0163a lorcu \u201edestine\u201d.<\/strong>
\n Drumuri \u015fi drumuri\u2026 Zile, zile de drum, cu pu\u0163in\u0103 m\u0103m\u0103lig\u0103 \u015fi br\u00e2nz\u0103 primit\u0103 de la ciobani. Mariei nu-i era foame\u2026 Se \u00eentreba: \u201e\u00cencotro?\u201d Oare drumul se va sf\u00e2r\u015fi vreodat\u0103? Sau toat\u0103 via\u0163a va fi pe drum, \u00eentr-o c\u0103ru\u0163\u0103 a prigoanei? Caii erau mai odihni\u0163i. Micu\u0163a Maria \u00eens\u0103 mai trist\u0103. Toat\u0103 aten\u0163ia era concentrat\u0103 spre micu\u0163ul Radu. Noaptea nu mai dormea. Privea f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 vad\u0103 nimic dincolo de cer. Num\u0103ra stelele \u015fi \u00eencerca s\u0103-\u015fi reg\u0103seasc\u0103 p\u0103rin\u0163ii printr-un joc imaginar. Semnele cerului o bucurau.<\/strong>
\n Au oprit \u00eentr-un sat c\u0103r\u0103\u015fan, la casa unui preot, unde primiser\u0103 ad\u0103post \u015fi cele trebuincioase c\u0103l\u0103torilor \u00eenfometa\u0163i.<\/strong>
\n Dup\u0103 c\u00e2teva zile, c\u0103ru\u0163a cu refugia\u0163i plecase mai departe. Pe feti\u0163\u0103 o l\u0103saser\u0103 fat\u0103 \u00een cas\u0103 la acea femeie omenoas\u0103. De ce rudele s\u0103-\u015fi mai asume \u015fi responsabilitatea cre\u015fterii unui copil? Erau mul\u0163i, nu \u015ftiau nici ei ce-i va a\u015ftepta la cap\u0103tul drumului. Feti\u0163a, cu ochii \u00eenl\u0103crima\u0163i privea \u00een gol. Doar ea \u015fi \u00eengerul s\u0103u p\u0103zitor cuno\u015ftea durerea singur\u0103t\u0103\u0163ii. \u00ce\u015fi imagina c\u0103 p\u0103rin\u0163ii, de undeva de sus, \u00eei \u015ftergeau lacrimile\u2026<\/strong>
\n Rug\u0103ciunile feti\u0163ei au ajutat-o ca via\u0163a s\u0103-i ofere un c\u0103min adev\u0103rat. So\u0163ie, mam\u0103, a \u015ftiut ca durerea s\u0103 \u015fi-o transforme \u00eentr-o bucurie a rena\u015fterii.<\/strong>
\n Trecuser\u0103 20 de ani. \u00centr-o zi po\u015fta\u015ful l\u0103sase \u00een cutie o scrisoare venit\u0103 din \u201eB\u0103nie\u201d. M\u0103tu\u015fa din Craiova revenise. Cu emo\u0163ie fireasc\u0103, feti\u0163a de-alt\u0103dat\u0103, acum femeie, se urcase \u00een tren pentru a-\u015fi revedea rudenia. F\u0103r\u0103 resentimente, cu bucurie \u015fi emo\u0163ie. Pentru cea care dorea s\u0103-\u015fi refac\u0103 via\u0163a, drumul i-a fost destul de \u00eengreunat. O<\/strong>
\n situa\u0163ie precar\u0103, un so\u0163 dificil, f\u0103r\u0103 copii. \u00cen gar\u0103 s-au recunoscut dup\u0103 un buchet de flori, flori culese de Maria, din gr\u0103dina ei. Timpul le schimbase\u2026 \u00cent\u00eelnirea celor dou\u0103 s-a dovedit durabil\u0103 \u00een timp. Nepoata \u015fi-a sprijinit m\u0103tu\u015fa, \u00eencerc\u00e2nd s\u0103 mai recupereze din timpul care ar fi trebuit s\u0103 fie al afec\u0163iunii.<\/strong>
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\n Anii, anii\u2026 Trecerea lor a marcat multe\u2026 Un telefon alarmant. M\u0103tu\u015fa intrase \u00eentr-un fel de com\u0103. Urca\u0163i \u00een ma\u015fin\u0103, una din fiice \u00eempreun\u0103 cu so\u0163ul s\u0103u, au hot\u0103r\u00e2t s\u0103 fac\u0103 ceea ce este cre\u015ftine\u015fte pentru cineva care urma s\u0103 se sting\u0103\u2026<\/strong>
\n S-au oprit la M\u0103n\u0103stirea Lainici, un loc binecuv\u00e2ntat. La intrare un chip angelic le-a sur\u00e2s. Un pu\u015fti de 10 ani, ce nu spunea nimic ci doar implora din priviri cu sfial\u0103 \u015fi triste\u0163e. S-au privit z\u00e2mbind, enigmatic. Acolo, \u00een fa\u0163a icoanelor, a fost implorat Cel de Sus cu lacrimi \u015fi rug\u0103ciuni fierbin\u0163i, pentru san\u0103tatea familiei, pentru Binele Neamului Rom\u00e2nesc. Fiecare lacrim\u0103 a fost un strig\u0103t, al n\u0103dejdii, al credin\u0163ei \u00een puterea Cerului.<\/strong>
\n La ie\u015fire au fost \u00eent\u00e2mpina\u0163i de acela\u015fi chip \u015f\u0103galnic. Femeia se apropiase de copil. Inocen\u0163a lui era dezarmant\u0103. Fiind \u00eentrebat ce face \u00een fa\u0163a m\u0103n\u0103stirii, copilul \u015foptind a m\u0103rturisit c\u0103 are nevoie de bani pentru medicamentele mamei sale bolnave de inim\u0103\u2026 Nu ceruse nimic\u2026 Era ru\u015finat, cople\u015fit. C\u00eend i s-a \u00eentins o bancnot\u0103, speriat, nu<\/strong>
\n \u015ftia ce s\u0103 fac\u0103. Privea senin, \u015ftia c\u0103 putea merge acas\u0103 pentru a-\u015fi salva mama.<\/strong>
\n Pe cei doi so\u0163i i-a urm\u0103rit mult chipul acelui b\u0103iat.<\/strong>
\n De\u015fi iarn\u0103, polei, cea\u0163\u0103, drumul c\u0103l\u0103torilor parc\u0103 era cur\u0103\u0163at de \u00eengeri nev\u0103zu\u0163i. Ajunseser\u0103 la Craiova. Intr\u00e2nd \u00een camera \u201emuribundei\u201d, cei doi au g\u0103sit un corp inert\u2026 Fusese \u015fi preotul pentru spovedanie, lum\u00e2n\u0103rile erau preg\u0103tite\u2026 Medicul de familie plecat \u00een concediu\u2026 Da, s-a hot\u0103r\u00e2t plecarea imediat\u0103 spre ora\u015ful lor. Preg\u0103tiser\u0103<\/strong>
\n un pat \u00een spatele ma\u015finii, \u015fi mare le-a fost mirarea c\u00e2nd primele semne de via\u0163\u0103 au revenit.<\/strong>
\n Acum m\u0103tu\u015fa \u015fi nepoata sunt din nou \u00eempreun\u0103. Nepoata fiind h\u0103r\u0103zit\u0103 s\u0103 o vegheze at\u00e2ta timp c\u00e2te zile \u00eei va da Dumnezeu.<\/strong>
\n O poveste de via\u0163\u0103 adev\u0103rat\u0103. Niciodat\u0103 egoismul nu ne poate l\u0103sa indiferen\u0163i!<\/strong>
\n Exist\u0103 legi nescrise care dac\u0103 sunt neglijate \u00een via\u0163\u0103, faptele te urm\u0103resc!<\/strong>
\n Puterea rug\u0103ciunii este extraordinar\u0103! Clip\u0103 de clip\u0103, l\u00e2ng\u0103 Dumnezeu, cu<\/strong>
\n Dumnezeu, avem parte de miracole. Este suficient s\u0103 crezi pentru a le putea vedea.<\/strong><\/p>\n

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