The Devil and Miss Prym

Good and Evil is raging all the time in every individual’s heart, which is the battleground for all angels and devils; they would fight inch by inch for thousands of millennia in order to gain ground, until one of them finally vanquished the other.

rection of the target and fired again.
“Did I hit it?” he would ask, removing the blindfold.
“Of course not,” the new arrival would say, pleased to see the proud guide humbled. “You missed it by a mile. I don’t think there’s anything you can teach me.”
“I’ve just taught you the most important lesson in life,” Berta’s husband would reply. “Whenever you want to achieve something, keep your eyes open, concentrate and make sure you know exactly what it is you want. No one can hit their target with their eyes close

So you see, Good and Evil have the same face; it all depends on when they cross the path of each individual human being.”

She had just realized there were two things that prevent us from achieving our dreams: believing them to be impossible or seeing those dreams made possible by some sudden turn of the wheel of fortune, when you least expected it. For at that moment, all our fears suddenly surface: the fear of setting off along a road heading who knows where, the fear of a life full of new challenges, the fear of losing forever everything that is familiar

“I don’t like this at all,” thought the stranger’s devil, beginning to see a bright light shining beside him, a presence he was certainly not going to allow. He had banished that light two years ago, on one of the world’s many beaches.

“I don’t like this at all,” thought the stranger’s devil, beginning to see a bright light shining beside him, a presence he was certainly not going to allow. He had banished that light two years ago, on one of the world’s many beaches.

“You may decide not to cooperate, in which case, I’ll tell everyone that I gave you the chance to help them, but you refused, and then I’ll put my proposition to them myself. If they do decide to kill someone, you will probably be their chosen victim.”

Don’t you believe in God and the spiritual world, in battles between devils and angels?”

“I’ve just taught you the most important lesson in life,” Berta’s husband would reply. “Whenever you want to achieve something, keep your eyes open, concentrate and make sure you know exactly what it is you want. No one can hit their target with their eyes closed.”

It is always far easier to have faith in your own goodness than to confront others and fight for your rights. It is always easier to hear an insult and not retaliate than have the courage to fight back against someone stronger than yourself; we can always say we’re not hurt by the stones others throw at us, and it’s only at night—when we’re alone and our wife or our husband or our school friend is asleep—that we can silently grieve over our own cowardice.