Thursday, July 26, 2012
Believe or Resale
There are sayings that support the theory that there are things that go beyond the rational and logical explanation. And that's up to us to believe them and have faith in them or not. For example, you can measure how far a man is master of his own life and his decision to die or live? So, such a statement, nothing more, the doubts of my desire to believe that human beings have a condominium shared his life with his own Destiny, God, or life and death as two sides of the same coin. But there was made of very close friend who showed me and planted me stronger, yet, the question that the will of the spirit, soul, or the interior of a human being, to postpone, perhaps, the date of a death foretold. Facing terminal illness diagnosis in some even have the nerve to put a maturity date of human existence the slide.
My father was very strong character. And he knew he was able to master many things to submit. The measured hand in hand with inflation, the desperation of paying rent and working two jobs was not enough, our addiction to snuff, and emerged victorious. The spirit always had it at bay, and even grappled with a bull as it was five hundred kilos dialysis until his heart and years said enough. He got many goals during their life and fulfilled one by one, the great majority. And they leave with a sample of what he could willpower. The last was, "I did not live as not to see the turn of the century. The new millennium, 2000 ?. His kidneys were so wretched, and he was forced to increasingly followed a trip and stay in a local hospital, but even so, mortally wounded by a terminal illness, pain of body and soul live to see it, count the wonderful fireworks lit up the would surely be his final home, his heaven, and then died. From Mrs. Silvia knew very little. But intuition cross in the middle of my chest began to admire it warned that, from the first moment I met her. Feeling that extended beyond the limits of his leaving this world. Sheathed in a high heels. Owner of a distinguished elegance that always, she went ahead, against all odds. Teachers. Owner of a unique wisdom giving the books and the wisdom of the lived experience. She always told anyone who would listen. And the first thing I wanted to do so were their daughters, their children and others. I'm going to communicate with PCs.
When there is more to life. She said it was convinced she could do it. A surprised disease, treacherous, in the back. His dignity to fight against what came over her body, with skirts, capes and sword had no name . But he lost. Not even nock aut, but by points. But at the same time he learned of his fate, a grandson also knew that was coming. And first she convinced herself, "I will not give my life up know?. He defended his lucid until the last minute. Between Christmas and New Year beginning, opened the life of Facundo. The brand new grandmother and was resting at rest, forced. But emotion, when told that the new being was born, was the fuel to regain strength. When he learned that the mother was in labor. He sighed, he knew his promise would be fulfilled. Like so many others which had pledged his word. When they put him in his arms, but weak to continue fighting hard to hold part of their mission had been accomplished. Grandmother and grandson were presented. He could go in peace. However, he managed to say goodbye to many. And from that day, his presence is felt. When you talk about your grandchildren, can be inexplicably happens to be a toy basket spreads without anyone had touched. If any child in a situation awkward, the lights turn on and off mysteriously. No power outages by rational explanation or reassurance. And finally, sweltering nights, without giving any breeze or by chance, shutters and doors open. The doubt is planted. The desire to believe that a person is a partner of his fate through, too.
Monica Beatriz Gervasoni
morochaurbana_67@hotmail.com
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