Fixing
the world
A scientist that was living worried with the worldly
problems was I prove to be to find the midways to decrease them. He spent days at his laboratory in search of answers for his misgivings.
Certain day, his son of six years invaded his sanctuary
decided to help to him to work. The
scientist, nervous for the interruption, he asked for it that he go to play another place. Seeing that it was impossible to take it out, the father thought about something
that he may entertain him.
All of a sudden what he was needing with some scissors
came across a magazine, where there was a map with the world, tightly he trimmed the map in several odds and ends along with
a roll of adhesive tape and he delivered it to his son, saying :
- as you like it them jigsaw puzzle, I am going to give you the world broken off whole in order that you repair it single-handedly.
Then the fact that it would take ten days to the child
to fix the map calculated . But
he did not go thus. Once some hours were passed, he listened to the voice of the little boy that was calling it calmly.
- father, father, I right now have ridden him, I managed
to finish him.
In the beginning the father did not believe in the
little boy. He thought that it
would be impossible than, to his age, he would have managed to fix a map that never he had seen before. Distrusted, the scientist suspended the sight of his
notes with the certainty that would see a little boy's worthy work.
For his surprise, the map was booked up . All odds and ends had been placed on his proper places.
How were it possible? How had the little boy been capable?.
- son, you do not know how the world was .
How did you achieve it?.
- father, I did not know how the world was, but when
you drew the map from the magazine to trim it, I saw than a man's figure was of the other side. As soon as I turned clippings and I began to reassemble
the man, the fact that definitely it tasted how it was when I managed to compromise to the man, I turned the sheet and I saw
that the world had compromised .
