The Gift Of Acabar
Og Mandino, Buddy Kaye
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Publish Year note: First published in 1978
"A great story has again come from the genius of Og Mandino"--Dr. Norman Vincent Peale.
All Tulo had wanted was some light and warmth to sustain him and his tiny sister through the terrible storm. But the star which he caught in the folds of his red kite promised far from more than that. Here is the shining, joyful message meant not only for the boy but for all those who dream of changing their lives for the better.
cannot allow you to walk that path of despair. I came here to help you live at peace with yourself so that you can fulfill your own destiny with pride and a contented heart. And you will—if you heed my words and also make good use of my gift.” “Your gift. I had almost forgotten.…” “Tulo, my gift to you is such a small and simple thing that I’m afraid few earth people will ever recognize its value or its power. It is simply a collection that I began ages ago as I watched the endless parade of
nearly all his candles and oil to those in need. He inhaled deeply and bowed his head toward Tulo and Jaana. “I ask you most humbly to place God’s miracle in God’s house—your church.” All eyes now turned toward the young people. Tulo glanced desperately at his sister, who seemed as if she were about to break into tears. She bit her lip and whispered helplessly, “I don’t know what to do. I don’t know.” In the torturous minutes that followed, Mayor Van Gribin’s contented smile gradually faded
life. Now, don’t look so sad. We’ll still be able to see each other every day.” “I can’t help it, Star Acabar. I know we are doing the right thing but I just cannot bear the thought of giving you up. First Papa, then Mama … and now you. I want you near because you are my best friend. It wouldn’t matter to me if you had no light or heat. I would give up anything, even your gift, if I could keep you close to me.” The star’s color subsided to a dark pink. “Please don’t cry, little friend. I am
cinder causes our animals to act this way perhaps we should bury it.” “No!” both children cried. Tulo moved closer, among the reindeer, until he was under the star tree. He reached down and gently caressed the embedded cinder. The rough-textured exterior seemed to give under his touch. He knelt and placed the palms of both hands on its rounded sides. “Tulo! Tulo!” Varno’s impatient call broke the young man’s meditation. He limped back to the other two and Varno asked, “Well, what should we do?
suggested that perhaps he should return it to Jaana, who was soon to marry Teno Van Gribin, as part of their wedding present. Jaana received the green ledger with mixed emotions. Although she had never forgotten its existence, she had no desire to reopen her own wounds of anguish over the loss of her brother. She packed the diary in a trunk without opening it, and after her marriage the trunk was one of four that accompanied the young couple to Helsinki, where Teno had accepted a position with a