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JESUS \u200b\u200b'baby is born and want to tell this delightful and sweet story :
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Once upon a time, and yet there is now a guardian angel. She was an angel like many others, but it was very sad because he was the guardian and protector of a mischievous child so that he had never seen, was called Paul. Paul was lazy, disobedient, sometimes bad and every time his little angel was in despair and did not know how to restrain him. Until one day he had a great idea. He asked for a conversation with God and when he stood in his presence explained the proposal.
asked permission to come down to earth and talk to Paul so sure of being able to convince him to change his life. God thought for a bit 'up and all'angioletto finally granted permission to do this last attempt, but with a promise not to touch the ground with their feet, otherwise it would not be able to go back to heaven. The angel then shyly asked how he would not rest your feet on the ground, but God did nothing but smile doing the best wishes of good luck. The angel began to wander the sky flying from one cloud to another thinking about how to get off the ground while keeping your feet apart from it. Suddenly he was attracted by the shouting of some of the angels who were playing on a cloud equipped with a swing. Immediately he knew he had found the perfect instrument for his mission. Aided by the other angels able to build a 'swing with the long strings from heaven to earth. The angel sat on the seat with friends and you advised to do so slowly and then hold down the strings until its signal slope. Dressed for the occasion had its dress better than the big events, a full tuxedo colored cloud with a stick and hat. He began the descent until he was suspended in the air waiting for Paul. And Paul did not wait; immediately intrigued by this strange character came up asking who she was, and never had a face so sad.
The angel began his story since he was assigned as his guardian by listing all the sorrows that he had spent his fault, and each new adventure added a grain of sand on a small scale in his hand, which hung inexorably in one direction only. Paul listened carefully, but he was crafty, he was not a child who is believed to the angels, and so with a shrug made to leave. The little angel watching desperate to escape his protege began to call saying he could not descend from the swing as it is no longer possible to find. Paul stopped, turned back, looked at the little angel in tears and told him he would believe him if he did see the sky above the clouds. The little angel there thought a little about, then decided that a life saved was worth even a scolding of the "Head." Paul did go on the swing, and ordered his friends to pull over. The swing did not move. The angel cried louder, nothing, as before. Paul was about to take his revenge when the angel began to climb up one of strings. Quick as a cat, he followed it with the other rope and climbed up to the clouds. When they got up and saw that friends were all asleep and then had not heard the command to lift. But if they had left the ropes of the swing, as never fell to earth? The two realized then continued that the strings high up on another cloud.
They continued to rise, climbing until it popped the other side. They found themselves facing the "boss" who had the ropes of the swing tied to a finger and looked at them smiling. Paul that was before he turned back towards dell'angioletto to ask for explanations and with amazement saw that the angel's face had become equal to his, like a drop of water. At that point understood everything, he realized that it was all true what he had heard from the lips of an angel, he knew that was in front of God and knew that before God all the guardian angels are viewed with the same face of men of which are on the guardian land. Turned down again and began to put into practice what they had taught him and all he had ever taken. One day he reviewed the place where he met the angel and we are still swinging. He sat down and began to rock and happy to be cradled by the hand of God He looked up and saw cloud over "his" little angel smiling, holding the first meeting of the same scale, and these began to pour the sand flat on Paul transforming it into a shower of golden dust that covered his heart and filled him with happiness.
Today Paul does not need to go to swing on a swing to feel close to the Father in heaven, but still her children before going to sleep at night want to hear the wonderful adventure of their father and "his" little angel.
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