A favor de las minorías
Tres seres que eran amigos desde niños porque temprano supieron sus limitaciones, sus carencias y también porque entre ellos se daban ánimo ante las adversidades que diariamente encontraban:
_Es fácil nadar. Yo les enseño - decía Weston a sus amigas, porque sabía que era el único que tendría la paciencia para enseñarles. Y entonces los tres, con sus inflables coloridos chapoteaban como peces ahogados en la orilla de la playa.
Ellos vivían bien así, aunque sabían que cuando Dios repartió las virtudes, ellos tres habían quedado sin nada:
_Qué torpe somos - decía Kayla riendo cuando los tres intentaban hacer algo, aceptando sus limitaciones sin amarguras.
_Sí, qué torpe somos - reafirmaban los otros sin saber el poder que tienen las palabras.
_Anota nuestros nombres - dijo Nalani al chico que anotaba a los participantes y éste los miró, de arriba a abajo, como midiéndolos, como juzgándolos; pero los tres, acostumbrados a aquellas miradas de desprecio, solo sonrieron enseñando sus dientes.
Fueron semanas de ensayo: Weston tocaba torpe los instrumentos, Kayla se apresuraba en algunos acordes y Nalani hacía lo mejor que podía. Y aunque sonaban muy mal, los tres sonreían mientras tocaban y al terminar cada ensayo, aplaudían con alegría.
El público no entendía nada y cuando los tres terminaron su actuación, la gente estuvo a punto de abuchearlos: eran muy malos. Pero los tres comenzaron a aplaudir sonreídos, a abrazarse entre ellos como si más que una pieza musical, hubiesen hecho un concierto o hubiesen logrado escalar la más alta de las cimas. Entonces el público comenzó a reír y a aplaudir también, sabiendo que los tres habían sido muy valientes. Porque una cosa es pararse frente a un público cuando sabes que eres bueno y otra muy distinta pararse frente a otros y demostrar que no eres invisible, que, a pesar de tu falta de talento, existes.
La imagen principal fue creada por mí en Canva, y el texto fue traducido con Deepl Translate
HASTA UNA PRÓXIMA OPORTUNIDAD, AMIGOS
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Who could have bet on those beings who had always been last, the least distinguished, those who always remained in the shadow of the best? Nobody. Nobody would have given a dime for Nalani, with her clumsy and deformed hands that made scribbles instead of letters; nor for Weston, who was awkward and of short mind, and even less for Kaila, who was slow in everything, even in understanding jokes.Three beings who had been friends since childhood because they early recognized their limitations, their shortcomings, and also because they encouraged each other in the face of the adversities they encountered daily.
It's easy to swim. I will teach you - Weston was saying to his friends, because he knew he was the only one who would have the patience to teach them. And then the three of them, with their colorful inflatables, splashed around like drowned fish on the shore of the beach. They lived well this way, although they knew that when God distributed virtues, the three of them were left with nothing: How clumsy we are - Kayla would say, laughing when the three of them tried to do something, accepting their limitations without bitterness. Yes, how clumsy we are - the others would reaffirm, not knowing the power that words have.
With that attitude, so real and innocent, the three decided to enter the musical contest held by Risingstar to conclude the summer. Of course, there were very prepared and talented musicians, but those friends, aware of their flaws, didn't want the trophy; they just wanted not to be marginalized, to be left out, as always, so they signed up: _ Write down our names - said Nalani to the boy who was registering the participants, and he looked them up and down, as if measuring them, as if judging them; but the three, used to those looks of disdain, just smiled showing their teeth. There were weeks of rehearsals: Weston awkwardly played the instruments, Kayla rushed through some chords, and Nalani did the best she could. And although they sounded very bad, the three smiled while they played, and at the end of each rehearsal, they clapped joyfully.
With that same spirit, they took the stage on the day of the event. Weston began to strum the strings with his fingers, and Kayla did the same, who although she was slow with her fingers, managed to catch up with the other two on the chords. The three jumped as if the music were a game and that competition was the special moment to have fun. The audience understood nothing and when the three finished their performance, the people were about to boo them: they were very bad. But the three began to applaud, smiling, hugging each other as if they had created a concert rather than just a musical piece. Then the audience began to laugh and clap, knowing that the three had been very brave. Because one thing is to stand in front of an audience when you know you are good and another very different thing is to stand in front of others and show that you are not invisible, that despite your lack of talent, you exist.