Me contó que el cuidaba esos niños (sus sobrinos) y le pagaban por eso, no era mucho, pero tenía la oportunidad de venir al parque y aprovechar la luz, la quietud y el internet municipal.
Me explicó que por las noches no estudiaba muy bien ya que se había dañado su lámpara y no quería molestar a sus padres, así que esperaba la madrugada a que su madre saliera a su empleo para estudiar cada que podía.
No creía ser el mejor componiendo, pero leía cada herramienta que le hiciera mejorar e incluso entraba a clases superiores, en fin, se esforzaba mucho para sentirse seguro a la hora de demostrar su pasión.
Conforme lo escuchaba me arrepentí de tanto, porque comprendí que a veces solo somos injusto con la percepción que tenemos de otros, es fácil señalar sino entiendes lo que esa persona hace para llegar donde está, es fácil pensar “que todo es suerte” cuando no conoces cada sacrificio por el que tuvo que pasar.
Esa tarde Nile me enseñó tanto, que solo pude devolver ofreciendo mi amistad, y al tiempo la pareja de Faye y Nile era comentada en cada pasillo, pero yo me sentía orgullosa (nunca apenada) de haber conocido el verdadero Nile, el chico prodigio.
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Understanding that in life it is not enough to dream is the first step to success.
Being clear that passion and discipline are not the same thing, guarantees fulfillment.
Knowing that “not everyone is born for something”, some are “made”, keeps us optimistic.
And in every sentence, it is the same: the pursuit of happiness from what we believe is our purpose in life, which is something broader than what we dream, but undoubtedly keeps us on our feet and with the energy to wake up every morning.
When I first met Nile I didn't understand his personality, to be honest I didn't like him and I could even say I was annoyed by the “passion” he showed when composing, I wondered how someone could be so good?
Truth be told, Nile was outstanding, a dedicated and focused guy, you rarely saw him take his eyes off his path, but without hesitation, he was great at what he did.
Many of us commented that he was “a big shot, a show-off, very lucky”, no one could be such a prodigy, we all tried hard, but we never reached his place at RisingStar.
One day we had to do an evaluation in pairs and I noticed how he didn't seem to be bothered by it, no one came close and whispered “I don't want to be with that conceited guy”, but now that I think about it I don't think anyone “felt enough to be with him”, remember that envy can be seen in many ways.
Reluctantly I ended up being his partner and I noticed how he didn't seem to have any positive or negative reaction, he just smiled, at the end of the class we agreed to meet to coordinate, he told me that it should be early, because he had pending.
I confess that I began to talk to my friends, because “who did he think he was to do this to me”, however, I needed to take advantage of the opportunity.
When we met I realized that he kept looking at his cell phone and although he was very clear about what we should do, I felt him distant, in one of those I saw him pale and I offered him to go to the doctor, but he smiled claiming “he forgot to eat”, however, something in me told me that there was more.
Over the days we met a couple of times, and in one of those I decided to follow him to see how much this prodigy called Nile was hiding, out of nowhere I stumbled upon a girl who was running in a park with 2 other children, and on a bench I spotted Nile writing, but paying attention to the boys.
To my surprise he didn't even notice my presence, so I was watching for a while, Nile was writing and when the children came closer I could notice how he was feeding them, and he was left with nothing.
After a while the children were picked up by a lady, Nile turned to me and asked me to come closer.
He told me that he took care of those children (his nephews) and was paid for that, it was not much, but he had the opportunity to come to the park and take advantage of the light, the quiet and the municipal internet.
He explained to me that he didn't study very well at night because his lamp was damaged and he didn't want to disturb his parents, so he would wait for his mother to leave for work in the early morning to study whenever he could.
He didn't think he was the best at composing, but he read every tool that would make him improve and even entered higher classes, in short, he tried very hard to feel confident when it came to demonstrating his passion.
As I listened to him I regretted so much, because I realized that sometimes we are just unfair with the perception we have of others, it's easy to point fingers if you don't understand what that person did to get where he is, it's easy to think “it's all luck” when you don't know every sacrifice he had to go through.
That afternoon Nile taught me so much, I could only return by offering my friendship, and in time the pairing of Faye and Nile was commented on in every hallway, but I was proud (never sorry) to have met the real Nile, the boy prodigy.