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    Today´s post |
    Friday, September 15, 2006


    Impossible?

    Judith, when she was 32 years old and her children were 8 and 6, she had to be head of her home after her husband died. Without an education, she had to face circumstances she had not confronted never before.

    Her children, who went to the primary school, began to take low qualifications, at the time they became ill with an unusual frequency. Their necessities were truly urgent.

    Nothing of which she lived was hopeful, nevertheless, 30 years later I have not known a woman so happy like Judith, openly she says that she would not change any moment of her life, in the middle of the difficulty she understood her capacity, which is now recognized by all the generations after her.

    Publicado por Vaso dispuesto a las 9:55 AM, ,



    Today´s post |
    Tuesday, September 12, 2006

    Are we giving education?

    This morning I stopped in a storehouse to observe something that catched my attention a lot: A boy, who went with his father , he quietly putted in his pockets everything that it fitted in it. In his innocence, he was robbing and his father did not notice to himself.

    After paying and following his way through his car, the boy showed his father the things he had taken there, and he responded to hurried up and got in because, apparently, he were too urge.

    Were the father conscientious about this? Would he had listened his son when he showed those objects to him? What will happen tomorrow with this boy?

    Many questions I have, but I am sure of one thing, these situations are unique opportunities to build values in children, but our urge take advantage, allowing that the dishonesty appears in our familiar life.

    Publicado por Vaso dispuesto a las 7:05 AM, ,



    Today´s post |
    Thursday, September 07, 2006

    Lesson of patience

    Yesterday I crossed through the front of a house in the city’s periphery and I observed an old woman watched out towards the distance a place that did not exist.

    With whom i was accompanied asked to me: - Do you know who is she? She is the mother of Juana*, the one that was friend in work!- and he continued:- for long time that lady is solitary there and all the afternoons she leave to wait for her-

    I can not forget that expression in her eyes yet, it was the same warm appearance of my grandmother when she saw me arrive to her house in vacations.

    How can old people wait silence, and how many petitions they have to get a moment one idea: that their children still be there.

    Publicado por Vaso dispuesto a las 7:11 PM, ,



    Today´s post |
    Wednesday, September 06, 2006


    The greatest power of love

    When I was an adolescent, I lived one on the more stirring episodes in my life.

    My father and my mother became fierce until death in a fight, and we, as children, did not understand.

    Infidelity touched the doors of them marriage robbing our harmony and peace by many years, all this marked the course of our live in a time that seems indefinitely

    The only thing I know is that love, expressed with words, can return the form to the rubbish in the soul in a real way, strengthen that decisions made someday in public toward God, marking a new and wonderful course of life.

    Fortunately my parents understood it and showed it to us with their own life.

    Publicado por Vaso dispuesto a las 9:52 AM, ,



    Today´s post |
    Tuesday, September 05, 2006


    A small point…

    Today I have seen my son Samuel, of a year old, crossing all the living room with a truck gained in the raffle of his cousin`s birthday.

    It is already damaged (in addition mended) and without some of its wheels, it is his favorite toy. It is not an expensive toy (to tell the truth it is the cheapest he has), nor interactive. It is a single paste toy made in China.

    But, what that toy has? will be the wheels? the colors? many others also have wheels and he does not use them, and many have still more colors and he do not determines them.

    I also ask to myself , does he knows what is a truck? or perhaps ¿the life of a truck driver? It is a great mystery for me.

    I only thing I can understand is that it is the only one toy that is not given, the only one that is obtained.

    Today I have been able to understand that he values that he can obtain by himself, more than everything I can buy to him.

    Publicado por Vaso dispuesto a las 10:33 AM, ,



    Today´s post |
    Monday, September 04, 2006

    So different!

    Today Biology and anthropology can explain to us our biological and social differences; other disciplines also will do it.

    Nevertheless, day by day in homes it seems not to concern explanations.

    Everyone wants that the other one thinks or acts in specific ways without concerning differences.

    Daily mistreat and violence are products of the eternal battle of stronger or greater emotional influent, battle made it in silence and contradictory actions looking for more power against the other.

    Many families are destroyed by this ego fight from men and women, whose children learn to make relationships in a not so dissimilar way, perpetuating this practice.

    The ego comes in silence in a freeway without return towards destruction, but love comes by a slow and stony route, insistent and strong.

    Publicado por Vaso dispuesto a las 9:57 AM, ,



    Today´s post |
    Thursday, August 31, 2006

    ¿Are you in the right way?

    Often choosing the comfortable way to solve a couple problem, may you confront towards a deep precipice.

    There are temperaments or attitudes that definitively are considered do not have any solution, it is there when appears the dilemma if continuing fighting or to retire.

    When there are no more options breaking off the battle could be convenient, perhaps, is the correct thing?

    In some opportunities to take distance or to leave can seem advisable thing, but obviously not too better it for anybody in the family.

    If you stop, and take the time to examine the motivations of the conflict and the way in which this one has taken to be able, it is possible that fighting has gone to wrong place and this may disappoints to you.

    It is time to adjust the targets of your fighting, correcting them to your own character and your own fears, although i do not guarantee to you could be a comfortable way.

    Publicado por Vaso dispuesto a las 5:00 PM, ,