Humans were born with two basic needs: to be loved and to avoid suffering; on the one hand, we wish to feel important and dear, but on the other hand we wish not to suffer. As the mental illness has already brought me the suffering that I have been reporting on the previous articles, today I come to tell you the story of my adoption.
A DESIRED SON
My parents are refugees: they came to Portugal in 1975 to escape the colonial war. They came to Portugal without knowing anyone and nothing in their hands. They went from Angola’s farms and washerwomen to face poverty and hunger in a country that would welcome them with half-open arms – this is because the support that many refugees received was a deficit, and the scenario that was provided to my parents was where uncertainty reigns of tomorrow. There was famine and deprivation; my parents’ first room was a tin shed without a bathroom and mined with insects, reptiles and rodents. Long afternoons as I sit in the kitchen listening to the stories my mother tells about these distant times. When I got to my mother’s hands I was fifteen days old; at the time she took care of children as a way of subsistence. When I celebrated a month, I was in the middle of a poor family made up of my father, my mother and my six brothers (I have fifteen nephews!). At this point I was welcomed at the supper of a family that welcomed me with open embraces: what love is this that breaks the barriers of prejudice and discrimination? (My family is all white!); What love is this that welcomes a new offshoot and deliberately decides to enlighten it with its light?
I want you to think about these issues and the power of a love that breaks barriers: Do not forget – It’s all in You!