LITTLE STEVIE AND HIS DREAM by Daryna Kupriianova

LITTLE STEVIE AND HIS DREAM

by Daryna Kupriianova

FABULOUS STORY ABOUT SMALL BOY BY #REACTACTPREVENTSEXUALVIOLENCE

Long time ago there was a boy , whose name was Stevie. He was quite an ordinary child, polite, kind, sincere, humble with a cute wrinkles on the forehead, while he was unhappy because of some reasons.

Since the earliest childhood she knew clearly, how is it to be happy. His parents were incredibly kind and understanding people. He felt their support every minute of his life and could hope for it in every possible situation.

He grew in a small village by being surronded by virgin nature...

Every morning he had been awanken by songs of loud-voiced bright birds...

The clocks, that had fixed his daily schedule were the Sun and Moon...

He enjoyed learning foreign languages, and support others. He was called "Guardian of Peace"by his teachers, because of the fact, that every child from another village, who had come to this local school once upon a time, was permanently accepted and supported by Stevie. Stevie always believed in a big force of integration and he had fought with loneliness of every person in his surroundings, while he noticed it, even by accident.

Suddenly, for fates decree, sad circumstances had occured in the picturesque village...

The school was closed, tiny beautiful friendly house of Stevie's family was destroyed, and the life of one this small family had changed its direction in 360 degrees.

There were no other objective possibility to find out a solution for this misfortune, than to move to another place and start the life over and leaving every unluck behind...

New house was strange and inhospitable, the sky over the city was always cloudy and filled with smog, unlike to unlimited star sky over the beautiful village...

And the new school was also full of unpleasant surprises...

Typical school in a big cosmopolitan city did not want to accept an open-hearted kid. According to typical postulates, citizens of a big city are tended to be divided into different classes, among of which there is an objective lack of communication. There was also no sense to provide ideas of integration, peace and acceptance among the young society, that had been grown up with a totally different mentality....

So, the Guardian of Peace had stuck in the position of misunderstanding and silent warrior of global prejudices....

Day after day he had been bullied more merciless, like it was not a story about typical children in a typical school.

It was like a chapter in a great horror...

The lights of the boy's life went dark every single day...

But, despite of this fact, he did not want to share his problems with his parents that time...

Since the family had moved to the city, and parents suddenly understood, that besides of awful cruelty, that becomes a typical behaviour for the global society, this life in a big city is also not the cheapest one....

Stevie's parents had been working for 10 hours every day to provide their son with the future full of perspectives and possibilities of the personal development....

Stevie saw the whole situation... he did not want to make a situation worse by his stories about bullyng, and he decided, finally, to remain in silence...

Before Stevie had come to the city, his life was full of dreams.

Actually, only one dream could make him live fully and enjoying every moment...

He had been dreaming about an occassion to build the biggest and the most beautiful plane in the World....

That one, that will make his country proud of himself and his family forever.

Even now, in the darkest moments of his life he used to play with a paper plane and jouful dreams filled his heart with kind bright emotions...

Now, when the lastest circumstances had taken place, he had started to rise doubts deep inside of his mind and soul. Ă?'m totally alone with my fear likewise with my dream... If I'm afraid of dreaming, how this dream could come true?"he thought.

Couple of days the paper plans as well as future plans about a great plan were disappeared...

The life of Stevie was filled by emptiness and indifference...

He stopped to pay attention for anything...

He lost his dream, he lost the goal, that could make him fight in the future... even on the lonely battlefield... even in the darkness of arrogance culumalted by other people...

His small paper plane has been awaiting for him at home... covered by dirty dirt and harmless insects...

He used to cry at night, like the loss of the dream was similar to losing the sense of life. Actually, it is...

He was crying also in the early mornings, when his parents had left home and went to work, and he remained alone... with this deep and deterrent silence...

And loneliness became an equal part of his life beside breathing, seeing, existening...

He used to be so smiley, positive and happy, and now he had learnt, that it will be better to remain in silence in every situation: towards his parents, because of unwilling to share with them his soul feeling, and he could not do so with his classmates either.

Children in a new class continued to bullied him in a various way though. Ÿou're stupid, you're dull! Your dreams are just unworthy to be reached! You're a stupid villager!..."- and so on he had heard time after time in his new school...

Besides of his mental break, he still could not lose a hope.

Stevie's mom used to say, that every time, that your life tries to test you, it's a God's will. And either you're ready, or not, your life will implement into your life something beautiful by this testing. Every hapiness is built on tears....

Because of this fact, he did not want to refuse testing completely. He did not want to regret his misfortune either.

He just wanted to ask for a support and for a kind reply from the Heaven....

Once upon a time at the midnight...

"My God, my Father, my Lord! - he started to pray, - I don't want to ask you to free me from this life test! Just give me a hand! Don't let me fall and show me the right path!

Do let me forget about my dream and lose myself in the darkness!"

In a few seconds, he had fallen asleep until the sunrise had awaken him up....

The following morning, it seemed to be he was alone again, as it usual, and the little boy had been crying again squeezing in his hands a paper plane wet of tears.... Suddenly, someone opened the door and entered the room...

It was a Stevie's father.

He did not went to the work that morning and cought his boy by an accident being tearfully sad ... Ÿou know, Stevie, - started boy's father, - tonight I had a strange dream ... I saw you in my dream with an awesome emptiness in your heart... with cold and loneliness in your deep green eyes...I felt, that you're alone...

I was right, as I can see. Now you have to tell me everything" Stevie did not want to refuse speaking to his father that time.

It was the end of the fight with his feelings. It was the time to make them free and share everything with his father. He felt, finally, a lack of necessity to be alone here and now...

Then, the freedom and lightness took a place of the bitterness and Stevie's loneliness dissapeared with a beautiful sunsire....

He felt like his dream started to turn back to him and become clearer and brighter, that it used to be...

He clenched a paper plane...

Stevie's father felp bitterness ,from the one hand, because he felt, how he had provided to this pity situation. He thought, that it was a lack of parents'attention as a main reasons of their child's loneliness...

But, from the other hand, he felt proud of his son, because the image of a small boy was dissapeared, and a young strong men appeared instead in the arena of life....

Then there was a warm family hug ....

Spiritual force, motivation and positivity had turned back suddenly to the Stevie's life.

The father wanted already to go out, but, in a few seconds, he turned around, waited for a moment and said: "My dear son, I have a very valuable spiritual gift for you".

Stevie was frightened and interestinhly surprised at the same time, he did not understand the meaning of the word "spiritual gift".

But the father continued: Ă? will give you a verse, that is supposed to become a motto for your whole life, as it was for me since my young ages. You have to remember forever, if you have a dream, you have to do everything to reach it. Despite of doubts, lack of confidence and misunderstanding by other people! You have to do everything possible likewise impossible, because your life worth it!"

And he gave Stevie a piece of paper with the following verse:

The life was changed in one moment...

It was a definitely new beginning!

Stevie was not alone anymore!

Stevie has enough forces to fight this battle in honor of his dream! He had a support from his family! Again! God hears him!

It was a time to become stronger and braver on the way to his dream! It was a new beginning!

He went to the school being inspired and motivated, like never before. He knew, that nobody could insult him anymore.

After the second lesson one girl came to Stevie and said as she used do it lots of days before: "Hey, ugly duckling, you play again with your stupid paper plane? Still believe in your impossible dreams?! Do you really think, that somebody will support you or even accept your idea? From you?!"

Stevies does not want to remain silence anymore and said Ÿou know, my dear, I do not need an acceptance from anyone in this World beside myself personally. And, if you still make jokes with me, it seems to be, that you make an image for youself because of this insulting of myself.

Without it you will be probably irrecognisable in our class....it's so pity, my dear friend..."

The girl became red as tomato and run out of the classroom. After that time nobody could insult Stevie anymore.

Everyone felt, that it won't be the same, as it was before.

After that day Stevie stopped to hide his dream, he stopped to be shy because of his dream. He had broken borders, that were made by newest circumstances for him like a life test.

And the new life started...

One day, Stevie's classmate came to him during the break and said Ÿou may not recognize, but our class inofficially is divided into two parts, like ëlite"and ördinary"ones" Most of our guys were not accepting towards making insults to you, but we cannot do anything against our elite... But, you know... I also like building models of planes....

Stevie remained a silence for couple of minutes more and said: äctually, there is one thing, that we can do towards the rule of our ëilte".... we have to believe in our dremas!"

Since that time Stevie, and his new friend Rob had been sitting together in all lessons and discussing their "great plans"about plane'building during all breaks.

They became best friends and best support for each other forever. Stevies made himself confident again, that he definitely is not alone anymore. Every day he thanked God silently in his mind for this lesson. And for survival of his dream.

In few month of common dreaming, playing, making paper models, discussing and projecting Rob and Stevie decided to take part in the national plane'building competition.

They had applied as the youngest competitors and the application was accepted! The refused the fear and they were ready to reach the stars!

A couple of month more... Preparations, tough negotiations, plans, making models from plastic....

And, finally, from metal as well....

The day of competition was full of positive emotions and awaiting of luck!

Since 7AM friends were already in the big Congress Center and prepared their presentation.

Everybody's attention was attracted by small children with their fashionable and unique model of the plane...

The eyes of children were full of cute fire and obsession because of the fact, that their dream was on the way of being completed! They knew definitely, that nothing will stop their now.

Around the lunchtime a tall handsome man in a suit came to the friends and started to ask about their plan, about the plane, about main technical characteristics, that are supposed to be required in construction....

He was quite surprised by the level of knowledge of this small intelligent children.

And this meeting was also not accidential...

This man was one of the most famous investors in the whole country...

10 years later friends recognized, that their dream was totally completed...

It was the time to start to dream about something bigger....

However, it is impossible to think bigger probably.

Bigger, that the biggest plane in the World "The Dream".

Once upon a time Stevie will write in his diary: Ă? remember the school times. Especially, the times of my second school. That school made me brave and checked how strong could I believe in my dreams. So I did believe. I believed with my whole heart and soul.

But loneliness is awfully distructed without no doubts! I could not even imagine, where I could be, if my father won't come into my room that morning...

I was so upset... I felt alone... I felt refusing... He made me feel braver and stronger...

And then, Rob, my best friend... we made everything together! Because "The Dream"would not come true, if I would not have such a great team, as Rob was for me!

If somebody will read my diary once upon a time, I ask kindly to believe in your dreams! To do everything to reach it, even if nobody will accept it or will make jokes with you!

I ask parents to be for their children every moment and everywhere! Because the family support is the most important basis, that you could gift for your child!

I ask typical ĂŤlites"to stop being so rude. Now, you're on the top, but tomorrow you could beg for a help on the bottom, so you have to be sure, that you will have a support even being on the bottom. Like me sometime...

The life justifies everything in different ways and different times" But, only one thing, that I'm really sure about, is that you have to believe in your dreams..."

The note by the Author This fairy tale was written in the aim of supporting the international project in the frame of Erasmus plus project dedicated to preventing cases of sexual violence, abuse, and all other types of psychical and physical insulting of people in different ages.

All heroes of our fairy tale were created by the fantasy of the Author. All possible similarities with real people are only coincindences.

The only three real things in this story are: pity cases of school bullyng and....

The planes, which is really called "The Dream"(The biggest plane in the World, which was created in Ukraine).... and the fact, that you have definitely believe in your dreams, whoever reads it now...