Once upon a time a car was dreaming of being a living being. His name was Oscar because he had won a lot of beauty competitions. It's true that he was very beautiful with his old fashioned style and his black paint. When the rays of sunshine hit him, he absorbed them right away and it was possible to see a car as bright as a hundred suns. It was this characteristic that had allowed him to win so often. His owner washed and polished him many times a day. Also, he was similar to his owner. That is to say he was very conceited. He only spoke with very beautiful or expensive cars. For many years, he had never thought about his future and he had made a lot of enemies.
One rainy day, he got to dreaming that life was the most wonderful thing possible to have. Day after day, he dreamt of being a living being and this dream was becoming an obsession. When he realized that he was only a car, he was sad. He was so sad that his black paint altered and he lost all his rich or beautiful friends. His owner, sick to see a car so sad, decided to desert him in the junk yard. With tears in his eyes, he saw his owner and youth leave him. His eyes only saw death and sadness around him. Too proud to accept reality, he closed his eyes to dream again. A constant stream of memories and success passed through his mind and after a while, the dream of being a living being haunted him again.
After many hours, he awoke to a voice that quavered like a violin playing its last note. He saw a new car dying. This car was so broken that when it was trying to speak, its crushed metal rubbed and a muted sound got lost in the air. This car said, "My name is Speedo. I was so fast, so fast that it was possible for me outrun anything. But now, I am only an old body without eyes. I am waiting for death to free me. If it were only possible for me to see that nature for a last time, I could die in peace." Speedo cried so much that his metal became rusty. Saddened, Oscar said with a tearful voice, "Don't cry! You and I, we had success and glory and we lived well, but now it is time to die. I'll give you my eyes and you can die with dignity and for the first time in my life I will have to give a little bit of my heart to someone." Speedo looked up to the sky for the last time. His electric circuit discharged and his energy drifted away into the ground. Oscar cried and the dream of being a living being took the place of the memory of Speedo.
Another voice said with a mocking tone, "Why are you so ugly now and why did you give your eyes away? If you think that it is so easy to free yourself of your faults and the trouble that you gave to other cars in your life, you are very stupid. I saw you so often in the past harming others that now I am delighted to see you in this way. It is easy to give your eyes away to avoid the reality and forget your faults. If you really want to expiate yourself, give me your tires. With your tires, it will be possible for me to leave this hell. Show me that you have a heart." To the great surprise of this vindictive car, Oscar gave him his tires without saying a word. With no regret the car took the tires and crashed into a tree.
Now, Oscar was alone because all the other cars were dead. The tree asked Oscar if it was possible for him to help it. The tree said, "My main branch is broken and if you can push against it, it will be possible for me to repair it." With no hesitation, Oscar used all his petrol and energy to save the tree. Now, against the tree, Oscar was dying and dreaming again of being a living being. All the important moments in his life were passing through his mind when a angel appeared and said to him, "Why do you want to be different? Because what's most important is not exterior appearance, but your heart and your soul. If you were a living being, would you give your eyes, your legs or your life to save another creature? There probably wouldn't be any difference because a metal heart or a living heart is a heart. Thank this dream because before this dream you were dead and now you are living, living, living, living, living, living, living..."
The light around Oscar darkened and disappeared. After a whirl of light caught him and drew him toward its center. A lot of angels were parading about and smiling at him. His body melted near the center and an unbearable pain overcame him. He forgot his past and his existence and his body became a hundred of tiny lights and lost him in the center of the light. This cold light changed into hot light and all the tiny lights of Oscar gathered together to form a new soul. A baby's cry rang out and Oscar felt the sensation of life. The car was reincarnated into a beautiful baby with black hair as shiny as a hundred suns. Maybe you know a person with similar looks. Look carefully at this person and check if it is possible to see in him a soul as generous as Oscar's. If the answer is yes, it's probably Oscar.
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