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ํ•  ์ˆ˜ ์žˆ๋Š” ์ž‘์€ ๋ณ„

by ๋ฃฐ๋ผ๋น„์ฆˆ๐Ÿ‘ถ 2024. 8. 12.

ํ•˜๋Š˜ ๋†’์ด, ์ˆ˜๋ฐฑ๋งŒ ๊ฐœ์˜ ๋ฐ˜์ง์ด๋Š” ๋ณ„๋“ค ์‚ฌ์ด์— 'ํŠธ์œ™ํด'์ด๋ผ๋Š” ์ž‘์€ ๋ณ„์ด ํ•˜๋‚˜ ์žˆ์—ˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ํŠธ์œ™ํด์€ ๋ฐคํ•˜๋Š˜ ์ „์ฒด์—์„œ ๊ฐ€์žฅ ์ž‘์€ ๋ณ„์ด์—ˆ๊ณ , ๋•Œ๋กœ๋Š” ๋‹ค๋ฅธ ๋ณ„๋“ค๋งŒํผ ๋ฐ๊ฒŒ ๋น›๋‚˜์ง€ ๋ชปํ•ด์„œ ์กฐ๊ธˆ ์„œ์šดํ•˜๊ธฐ๋„ ํ–ˆ๋‹ค.

์–ด๋Š ๋‚  ๋ฐค, ํŠธ์œ™ํด์€ ์•„๋ž˜ ์„ธ์ƒ์„ ๋‚ด๋ ค๋‹ค๋ณด๊ณ  ์žˆ์„ ๋•Œ ๋งฅ์Šค๋ผ๋Š” ์ด๋ฆ„์˜ ์™ธ๋กœ์šด ์–ด๋ฆฐ ์†Œ๋…„์ด ์ฐฝ๊ฐ€์— ์•‰์•„ ์Šฌํผํ•˜๋ฉฐ ์•‰์•„ ์žˆ๋Š” ๊ฒƒ์„ ๋ฐœ๊ฒฌํ–ˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ๋งฅ์Šค๋Š” ์นœ๊ตฌ๊ฐ€ ์ž์‹ ์˜ ๊ธฐ๋ถ„์„ ๋‚˜์•„์ง€๊ฒŒ ํ•ด์ฃผ๊ธฐ๋ฅผ ๋ฐ”๋ž์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค.

ํŠธ์œ™ํด์€ ๋•๊ณ  ์‹ถ์—ˆ์ง€๋งŒ ๋ฐฉ๋ฒ•์„ ๋ชฐ๋ž์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋Š” ๋‹ค๋ฅธ ๋ณ„๋“ค์ฒ˜๋Ÿผ ํฌ๊ฑฐ๋‚˜ ๋ฐ์ง€๋Š” ์•Š์•˜์ง€๋งŒ, ๊ทธ์˜ ํ˜„๋ช…ํ•œ ์˜ค๋žœ ์นœ๊ตฌ์ธ ๋‹ฌ์ด ํ•œ๋•Œ ๊ทธ์—๊ฒŒ ํ–ˆ๋˜ ๋ง์„ ๊ธฐ์–ตํ–ˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. "๊ฐ€์žฅ ์ž‘์€ ๋ณ„์ด๋ผ๋„ ์˜จ ๋งˆ์Œ์„ ๋‹คํ•ด ๋น›๋‚œ๋‹ค๋ฉด ๋ณ€ํ™”๋ฅผ ๊ฐ€์ ธ์˜ฌ ์ˆ˜ ์žˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค."

๊ทธ๋ž˜์„œ ํŠธ์œ™ํด์€ ์ตœ๋Œ€ํ•œ ๋ฐ๊ฒŒ ๋น›๋‚˜๊ธฐ๋กœ ๊ฒฐ์ •ํ•˜์—ฌ ๋ถ€๋“œ๋Ÿฝ๊ณ  ๋”ฐ๋œปํ•œ ๋น›์„ ๋งฅ์Šค์—๊ฒŒ ๋ณด๋ƒˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ๋งฅ์Šค๋Š” ๊ณ ๊ฐœ๋ฅผ ๋“ค์–ด ํŠธ์œ™ํด์ด ์ž์‹ ์„ ์œ„ํ•ด ๋ฐ˜์ง์ด๋Š” ๊ฒƒ์„ ๋ณด์•˜์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ์˜ ์–ผ๊ตด์—๋Š” ๋ฏธ์†Œ๊ฐ€ ๋ฒˆ์กŒ๊ณ , ๊ฐ‘์ž๊ธฐ ๊ทธ๋Š” ๋” ์ด์ƒ ์™ธ๋กญ์ง€ ์•Š๊ฒŒ ๋˜์—ˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค.

๊ทธ๋‚  ๋ฐค๋ถ€ํ„ฐ ํŠธ์œ™ํด๊ณผ ๋งฅ์Šค๋Š” ํŠน๋ณ„ํ•œ ์นœ๊ตฌ๊ฐ€ ๋˜์—ˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ๋งค์ผ ์ €๋… ํŠธ์œ™ํด์€ ๋ฐ๊ฒŒ ๋น›๋‚  ๊ฒƒ์ด๊ณ  ๋งฅ์Šค๋Š” ๊ทธ์˜ ์ž‘์€ ๋ณ„์ด ๊ทธ๋ฅผ ์ง€์ผœ๋ณด๊ณ  ์žˆ๋‹ค๋Š” ๊ฒƒ์„ ์•Œ๊ณ  ์˜ฌ๋ ค๋‹ค๋ณด๋ฉฐ ์†์„ ํ”๋“ค์—ˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค.

ํŠธ์œ™ํด์€ ์ž์‹ ์ด ๋น„๋ก ์ž‘์ง€๋งŒ ๊ทธ์˜ ๋น›์ด ๋ˆ„๊ตฐ๊ฐ€์˜ ์‚ถ์— ํฐ ๋ณ€ํ™”๋ฅผ ๊ฐ€์ ธ์˜ฌ ์ˆ˜ ์žˆ๋‹ค๋Š” ๊ฒƒ์„ ๊นจ๋‹ฌ์•˜์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ  ๊ทธ๋กœ ์ธํ•ด ๊ทธ๋Š” ํ•˜๋Š˜์—์„œ ๊ฐ€์žฅ ํ–‰๋ณตํ•œ ๋ณ„์ด ๋˜์—ˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค.

์ž˜ ์ž์š”, ์ž‘์€ ๋ณ„๋“ค์•„. ๋‹น์‹ ์˜ ๋Š๋‚Œ์ด ์•„๋ฌด๋ฆฌ ์ž‘๋”๋ผ๋„ ๋‹น์‹ ์˜ ๋น›์€ ํ•ญ์ƒ ๋ˆ„๊ตฐ๊ฐ€์˜ ํ•˜๋ฃจ๋ฅผ ๋ฐ๊ฒŒ ํ•  ์ˆ˜ ์žˆ๋‹ค๋Š” ๊ฒƒ์„ ๊ธฐ์–ตํ•˜์‹ญ์‹œ์˜ค. ๋ฐ๊ฒŒ ๋น›๋‚˜๊ณ  ํ‘น ์ž์„ธ์š”.

 

The Little Star That Could

High up in the sky, among the millions of twinkling stars, there was one tiny star named Twinkle. Twinkle was the smallest star in the whole night sky, and sometimes, he felt a little sad because he couldn't shine as brightly as the others.

One night, as Twinkle was looking down at the world below, he noticed a lonely little boy named Max sitting by his window, feeling sad. Max wished for a friend to make him feel better.

Twinkle wanted to help, but he didn’t know how. He wasn't big or bright like the other stars, but then he remembered something his wise old friend, the Moon, had once told him: "Even the smallest star can make a difference if it shines with all its heart."

So, Twinkle decided to shine as brightly as he could, sending a gentle, warm light down to Max. Max looked up and saw Twinkle sparkling just for him. A smile spread across his face, and suddenly, he didn’t feel so lonely anymore.

From that night on, Twinkle and Max became special friends. Every evening, Twinkle would shine brightly, and Max would look up and wave, knowing that his tiny star was watching over him.

Twinkle realized that even though he was small, his light could make a big difference in someone’s life. And that made him the happiest star in the sky.

Goodnight, little stars. Remember, no matter how small you feel, your light can always brighten someone's day. Shine bright and sleep tight.

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