All Chapters of A Little Empathy Is All We Need: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

With gagging and coughing, I brought down this not exactly tasty drink that Grandmother had mixed for me. When the cup was finally empty, she told me to think of an object I longed for. Clumsy as I was, I first thought of your ring, which you wore on the ring finger of your left hand. But since I couldn’t exactly imagine it and especially not exactly what its smell was, I thought of your black leather pants that you always wore when you rode your motorcycle. Yes, and how exactly I could imagine one of these pants and smell their leather. Because sometimes it happened that after work I happened to meet you while shopping, where of course you no longer wore your work clothes. But when one of your lederhosen suddenly landed on my bedspread that evening with a soft bang and hiss and I could touch it, I even thought I could smell your familiar and pleasant body odor, ”I continued my story.Energetic and at the same time tender, my new husband now hugged me and kissed m

 From that night on, the very first time I brought your lederhosen with my bare imagination, I conjured up a large number of items and made them disappear again. I also learned to transform things very quickly. Of course, terrible mishaps happened to me. For example, I once turned Moritz Käfig into an old, smelly toilet with rotten water in it. Since my sweet little mouse man couldn't swim very well, he kept gurgling into the foul-smelling water.In addition to this mishap, he was also very sensitive to smells. It took a full three days before Moritz spoke to me again. He was so mad at me. Or another time, when I wanted to transform my stuffed mouse into a living mouse lady, she became a brightly colored parrot. Wild and excited, he fluttered around my living room, fetching books from the shelves and almost got my plants barely left with a leaf or flower. My little Momo, who was just becoming a teenager, happily chased after the rather large bird and threw a

In the first few days after the nights when Grandmother came to me to teach me magic, I was quite tired and worn out. Kira, my best friend, who still lived in Munich and very close to me, went out of her way to find out what made me so good. But every time I just grinned at her happily and kept quiet. All my assistants also tried very hard to find out why I was so tired during the day, why I often lay down and always fell asleep deeply and soundly. I told them that due to my severe spasticity I needed a lot of rest, which sounded quite logical to them.While I was waiting for Wolfram to prepare my future broom so that I could sit on it, one night my grandmother took me up to the Brocken, the well-known and well-known witch mountain in the Harz Mountains, and got to know numerous other disabled witches and wizards made. I looked at Emma, startled, when she unexpectedly told me about her plan. "But I still don't have my converted broom!" I managed to say, a

After about an hour of flight, I could see the Harz mountains a short distance away. I looked carefully almost directly below me and saw a small valley with isolated houses, the windows of which were lighted. And after another ten minutes of flight, I noticed my grandmother start to land her broom. We had reached the Brocken. Again, I screwed my eyes shut, hoping my bladder didn't empty automatically. Only a few seconds after I noticed that my father's mother began to land her broom, we were already floating a few meters above the floor of a square. An elongated, low-rise building stood in this square. Surrounded by many tall fir trees, several brooms were neatly placed side by side in holders. These "broom stands" were reminiscent of the well-known bicycle stands of the people. "It's good that there are devices for the witches and wizards with more physical disabilities in which they can fly their brooms in to get on and off more easily. But you have to be able

"You have to make it clear to people that there is cohesion among them and that they are all the same under the blue sky. Most religious communities preach that everyone is equal in front of the Creator of the earth, but if you listen carefully to them and some theories when questioned, you can clearly hear the opposite and the discrimination in the small, short subordinate clauses. ", Johanna excited and slapped her forehead with the flat of her hand.Johanna was a young witch who had one-sided spastic paralysis and was married to a man without a major handicap, with whom she had three little girls. At first I was surprised that this marriage was taken for granted by others. But after I knew I was a witch, I noticed that the witches and wizards mingled, no matter what they were. No witch or wizard was inferior or superior to the other here. Every relationship was normal.Well, can I make people understand that? Maybe they can get closer to each other and live together

>But on your other considerations and questions, I have to tell you that as a witch or wizard it is pretty easy to take on your life's work. You just have to come to terms with not being a living being on the respective planet and only having to intervene to help. Because strangely enough, one distances oneself from the respective living beings very quickly. As snooty as it sounds now! Nevertheless, we are also only living beings with numerous flaws and quirks. We must by no means forget this when intervening to help. And it is not our job to turn the inhabitants into perfect machines, but rather to ensure that the inhabitants of our inhabited neighboring planets live a little more peacefully with one another and get closer. We want to make the residents aware that they consist of the same composition and that they do not have to annihilate one another. However, they shouldn't take care of each other to drive away boredom or to satisfy their curiosity. Clear-thinking living being

And then one night the converted broom finally lay across my bed. 'Your father even bought you a brand new broom!' Emma informed me and stroked the handle with her hand in admiration and also a little proud. ›At first he wanted to build everything himself, but then he was able to buy this one at a friendship price. He said that it would be exactly suitable for a conversion and bought it without further ado. Luckily, your birth father is good friends with the man who runs this fly broom shop. For this reason it was not difficult to get a particularly good broom, which is usually hellishly expensive, at a lot cheaper. Wolfram only rebuilt it himself. With small, sleepy eyes, I looked at the broom that was lying on my bedspread and was quite heavy. He looked really beautiful. At that moment I couldn't help thinking of a young wizard whose story I read some time ago. This young wizard also flew on such a noble broom. 

Over the next few days and weeks I went on numerous night flights with my grandmother. Amazingly, I managed to fly my broom the way I actually wanted and had to. And soon I was able to move out of Grandmother's field of observation for a few moments. Every time I sat on the broom, I felt like I was melting into it. Yes, I felt like my 94/5 was a part of my body during my flights through the night. And also during these flights I felt that Wolfram was always very close to me and held his protective hand over me.Then finally came the night when Emma told me that I would now steer my broom so safely that we could fly to Frankfurt. This time excitedly I drank my so-called peppered garlic milk down to the last drop, without having to choke and cough a lot. Then I quickly had my grandmother help me with dressing.I couldn't wait for the garlic milk with the black pepper to take effect and for us to finally take off. At first, I wasn't sure which way to fly. Fortunately, my

Well, as a customer of a strictly Christian nursing service, I had to experience how superficial and also cruel people with faith in one God could be. Because after a while I got some problems with the nursing service, of which I was first and foremost a customer in Munich, I switched to another nursing service. This nursing service was strictly devoted to the Christian faith. This meant that almost every employee was a Christian. Including my assistants, who also actively supported me twenty-four hours a day in my everyday life in this nursing service. And even if Bavaria was generally quite religious, my family was not. So I didn't have close contact with believers too often. At the beginning I was met by this Christian nursing service extremely friendly and helpful. But after about four months I began to feel the true nature of these believing people clearly. I got to feel the true, honest manner of Christians most clearly with my colored, still very young assistant. This young m

"Well, maybe your assistant, as a good, devout Christian, had to do that. To pity you because of your severe physical handicap and to" take care of you ", I mean. So that she stands before her God as a good person and has another chance to come to paradise In addition, some people think it is quite possible that disabilities and some illnesses come from the devil. So they are devilish! And this is not only believed in Africa or anywhere else. ", Jonas threw in my story thoughtfully and at the same time a little sarcastically . “Or she didn't like you so much because you have a difficult life. So your life seemed so difficult and stressful at least to her. Well, and from the Christian stories, it is known that God only punishes so severely in their lives those whom He loves most. So your devout, personal assistant had to assume that God loves you a lot more than her and that you will later get a much better place in paradise. "Yes, it may well be possible t