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Blog: When cros­sing the wil­der­ness tra­ve­ling home…

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Vieraskieliset / In-english
28.5.2016 6.30

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When I was five ye­ars old, I of­ten stood by the cot for a long time and watc­hed my lit­t­le brot­her Veik­ko sleep. I un­ders­tood that Veik­ko was dif­fe­rent from the rest of us, but he was ext­re­me­ly dear to me. While as­leep, he see­med so be­au­ti­ful and fra­gi­le. It was ea­sy to think that his gu­ar­di­an an­gel was stan­ding by the cot. Five ye­ars la­ter the pre­sen­ce of the gu­ar­di­an an­gel be­ca­me re­a­li­ty for me. I wrote down the events right away, and I can still re­mem­ber that night as cle­ar­ly as yes­ter­day.

I was a ten-ye­ar-old school­boy. It was Ap­ril, and my fat­her had ta­ken the hor­se in­to the woods to get a load of fi­re­wood. The snow had part­ly mel­ted, but what was left had fro­zen in­to a hard crust. It was ea­sy for the hor­se to walk and to pull the sleigh. It was eve­ning. Light snowf­la­kes were fal­ling from the sky, and twi­light was cree­ping in.

We were pla­ying out­doors when I he­ard my mot­her call: ”Is Veik­ko there with you?” He was not. We loo­ked for him all round the yard but did not find him. We saw our fat­her’s footp­rints on the road and on the em­bank­ment of the big ditch. Next to his footp­rints there was a line of smal­ler prints. Veik­ko had fol­lo­wed fat­her in­to the woods. I felt cold with fear. I did not go home but be­gan to run and fol­low my brot­her’s footp­rints.

The ground was part­ly snow­less, but I soon saw that Veik­ko’s footp­rints di­ver­ged from the track left by the hor­se’s hoo­ves. It was sno­wing more he­a­vi­ly now. The snow would soon co­ver the track, and the night was going to be dark and cold. Veik­ko would not make it through the night.

I kept run­ning along the foot­path with Veik­ko’s prints, but the path soon en­ded in a lar­ge swamp. It was very hard to see the footp­rints now, for there was on­ly snow bet­ween the hum­mocks. Qui­te soon I lost the track. Tremb­ling with fear I be­gan to run in a lar­ger and lar­ger circ­le but did not find the track.

In the fal­ling dusk I felt comp­le­te­ly help­less. I he­ard my fat­her’s axe from far away. Close to te­ars, I be­gan to call him for help, but he was so far that he did not hear me. Then I re­mem­be­red the words of the Bib­le I had he­ard in ser­vi­ces. I re­mem­be­red them be­cau­se I had been won­de­ring what they me­ant: ”What you pray for in faith, that will be gi­ven un­to you.”

I knelt down on a hum­mock. Te­ars were stre­a­ming down my cheeks when cal­led for res­cue the Fat­her who is far away but will hear the fain­test sighs of His child­ren. It see­med even more dif­fi­cult to find the track with te­ars in my ey­es, but I had not ta­ken many steps be­fo­re I found it. At that mo­ment I felt I was not alo­ne. The gu­ar­di­an an­gel was wal­king by my side. I fol­ded my fin­gers in pra­yer again and said: ”Thank you, dear Fat­her”. I felt safe.

The dusk was dee­pe­ning. The trees were dark sha­dows stan­ding by the ro­ad­si­de as I ran past them as quick­ly as I could. The fal­ling snow made it more and more dif­fi­cult to see the track. Sud­den­ly I felt like I was run­ning against a wall. There was a stand of big, dark spruce trees with no snow on the ground. I did not even stop, but con­fi­dent­ly con­ti­nu­ed to wind my way bet­ween the tall trees. When I came out in­to more open ter­rain again, the track con­ti­nu­ed right be­fo­re me. I did not need run around to find it. That see­med mi­ra­cu­lous.

It was al­most comp­le­te­ly dark by now. Ben­ding down low I ran through the tang­les of shrub­be­ry. My steps were gui­ded so that I ne­ver lost sight of Veik­ko’s footp­rints, which were hard­ly vi­sib­le any more. Luc­ki­ly they en­ded up in a ditch with snow, where they were ea­sy to fol­low. But I strai­ned my ey­es in vain to see Veik­ko. He had al­re­a­dy clim­bed out of the ditch.

The ter­rain be­ca­me re­al­ly dif­fi­cult. I came to an en­tang­led thic­ket with no vi­sib­le footp­rints. But Veik­ko had brus­hed the branc­hes clear of snow where he had gone through. I fol­lo­wed the trail of snow­less branc­hes slow­ly. I could see that the snow had been brus­hed away qui­te re­cent­ly.

I fi­nal­ly got through the thic­ket. The footp­rints went di­rect­ly in­to a lar­ge ditch. I can­not desc­ri­be in words my fee­lings when I saw a small, dark fi­gu­re furt­her along in the ditch. It was my dear lit­t­le brot­her! I pic­ked him in my arms and said: “Isn’t He­a­ven­ly Fat­her good when he let me find you!”

Veik­ko was ex­haus­ted. I car­ried him pig­gy­back and be­gan to ret­ra­ce my steps. It was qui­te dark, but the sky was light enough, so we were ab­le to steer clear of the trees and keep going.

I was swe­a­ting af­ter my run and be­gan to feel cold. Sud­den­ly I re­a­li­zed I had no idea which way I should go to get home. I put my brot­her down. Des­pe­ra­te I fell down on my knees and pra­yed: “Dear Fat­her, show us the way home.”

It see­med there was no help avai­lab­le in this si­tu­a­ti­on. Then I felt a soft bree­ze on my cheek, though it was ot­her­wi­se calm. It was like the bre­ath of the gu­ar­di­an an­gel. I re­mem­be­red that there had been he­ad­wind when I came home from school in the af­ter­noon. That hel­ped me choo­se which way go. We con­ti­nu­ed wal­king. I knew we would still have a long way to go, but we sud­den­ly he­ard dis­tant voi­ces. So­me­o­ne was cal­ling my name! Pe­op­le had come out to find us. Pe­op­le from the vil­la­ge were hel­ping. I felt uns­pe­a­kab­ly gra­te­ful.

My fa­mi­ly were re­lie­ved and hap­py when I came home with Veik­ko. My ex­pe­rien­ces in the fo­rest had made such a deep imp­res­si­on on my mind that I could not tell any­bo­dy about the de­tails of what had hap­pe­ned. I just told my mot­her brief­ly that the gu­ar­di­an an­gel had hel­ped us.

With the con­fi­den­ce of a lit­t­le boy I pro­mi­sed to my­self that one day I would tell so­me­o­ne what hap­pe­ned to us in the woods that eve­ning. Now have done it and kept my pro­mi­se.

This is the forest behind my childhood home where Veikko got lost.

This is the forest behind my childhood home where Veikko got lost.

Erk­ki Ala­saa­re­la

Trans­la­ti­on: S-L.L.

The blog post was pub­lis­hed in on­li­ne Päi­vä­mies on 18 Apr. 2016

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