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In August 2002 while walking towards Villar de Mazarife in the province of León in Spain, I cross with a very old man riding his bicycle in the opposite direction. When he looked closely and saw my backpack he understood that most likely I was a pilgrim on the way to Santiago de Compostela, he immediately stopped and asked me where I was from and where I was going.
After hearing my answers he inquire if I would mind that he would walk side by side and be my companion for a while. I was a little surprised but happy to have someone to talk on the last kilometres of a very hard day.
While we made our way along the fields the old man explain me everything about the crops, the place he lived, his family and a “million” other things, lighten up almost instantly my mind and my back. Step by step I felt having the privilege of receiving one of the biggest lessons of humbleness and simplicity of my life.
When we saw the entrance of the village, he stopped and told me that it was a great pleasure to meet and to walk side by side, but it was time for him to go back home. I agreed almost speechless. He shook my hand, and suggest that we should not forget to pray for each other. From a small distance he turned around and told me for the first time his name, wrapped in a beautiful smile.
Marcelino thought me that sometimes in life to stop and to go back can be the best thing you do to yourself and to others, specially if others are tired and struggling to continue their route, in the end we both reach our final destination.
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