Tuesday, October 23, 2007

Playmobil Castles Instructions

"IF YOU HAVE A DREAM .... THAT PROTECT"


is well ... if you have a dream must be protected with all your strength ... with all the courage and the certainty that it is true ... that comes from your heart and your nature.

who does not have a dream, a yearning ... to meet ... live without hope ... without certainties ... adrift in a world that simply dictates that you do and believe.

You'd think it's easy to dream ... but these days it is more difficult than we imagine ... reality is so hard and it hurts so much ... that seems to shout that the dreams are diversions that allow us to continue ... they are distractions that take us away from the path of objectivity and that only in this way can achieve success and happiness.

Being Happy is a big dream ... be successful so is ... and in the way of life are forged and dreams come true ... based decisions are not easy to keep ...

has not been easy protect my dreams ... anyone can come and say that my dream is not possible ... and that waste my time dreaming ... but I confess that I have a huge list of dreams ... and I argue with them that are supported with the certainty of my heart and truth ... the truth that is inherent in my nature ... to which I intend to be faithful with all my being ...

When our dreams are real ... our attitudes ... and our attitude towards life is different ... Delivery is ... of responsibility ... of deep intensity ... everything is important ... all is vital ... every situation is an indispensable part of a great event which over time will lead to the realization of a dream to hold a dream to appear ... that dreams are the property of multiplying ... do not miss ... to continue as they are checked ... because life does not end with the fulfillment of a dream ... life does not end ... Dreams are endless ... to the extent that when we're not in this world ... someone can hold our dream ... him again and go ... thus obtaining immortality.

My father inherited his existence big dreams ... I Mariluz now I have big dreams ... and it is my desire that my children have their own dreams multiplied in the certainty of the dreams of his grandfather and his mother, and tell them to fight to protect them and only succeed in meeting those who are faithful.

A kiss to all.

Monday, September 17, 2007

Does Staples Laminate Paper

"A nobly EXISTENCE LIVED"

Friday was the anniversary of the death of my father ... attempted to touch the subject ... and honestly it's hard for me .... I just want to share an article I wrote last year and which contains a clearly and precisely what I feel by ... I never tire of saying it was a great man and that his greatest achievement was to transcend the existence of all who knew him ... and really appreciated ... and came to know and appreciate ... that as in all there were people who used ... who betrayed and abused their trust and friendship ... but always with the right spirit ... and the head held high ... asegurandoque quiet in the bed ... is the serenity that only reaches a spirit at peace.

"A nobly EXISTENCE LIVED"

My father Prof. . Rafael Barrera Ortegón in its 6 th. Death anniversary.



When my father died important events in those days went by, the twin towers attack shook the world, but it was the news of his death what really impacted me. Not yet felt the pain go away in time, intact as it was yesterday.

It was 4 months of my return to Campeche, I was 10 years, first to study and then for work. It was his wish to study at the best university, and with sacrifices and great dreams gave me the race, and on hearing of his illness turned to be near him, a wise decision.

was always with me in every moment of my life. I learned that a good parent knows to be a presence in absence. I remember the details of taking to the terminal on Sunday, always bought the ticket number 17, to leave the station to look out the window waiting for me to depart and leave me, almost daily in the evening telephoned me to say hello and share Details of the day. Male

sensitive, fair and sound ideals impossible to break, she practiced master with devotion, and discovered as the elect his true calling: journalism.

In the beginning was a correspondent for the Diario de Yucatan, and then enter as a correspondent, editorial writer and columnist for the newspaper in 1978 Tribune where he worked for over 20 years, continuing as a copyeditor, chief correspondent and editor, Managing Editor and then Director and Deputy evening edition of the morning.

Author Column Policy "File" (1981 to 2000), where he used his gift as a columnist, critic and writer. The Sunday edition was exhausted before the hearty desire of sharing with the teacher that look genuine in our reality, being part of the real water and real journalism in Campeche.

left some letters, which transmits the greatest feelings and desires he had for us, their daughters, and fragment expressed : "Think I only guided by the desire to give sound advice, emanating from a painful experience, that when I am not more than a marble, a name and a date, understanding the great hopes he had locked my heart for life, and understand that you were the only reason that made me fear death, maybe then his face tanned noble fighters, rolling quietly a few tears shed in memory of those who only wish you knew a life nobly lived. "

The greatest wealth that I have is the daughter of a great father, educated by their existence, actions and particular way of coping with life taught me I live and pay homage to daily not only with a few tears but with a life like his "nobly lived." - San Francisco de Campeche.

A kiss to all.

Thursday, August 30, 2007

Church Birthday Welcomes

TODAY CAN BE A BIG DAY "

knew was the life ... I definitely do not doubt ... for those who read my previous post ... I think they could tell the crisis was going through at that time ... mainly caused by the problems in my work ... in the professional aspect of my life ... That same day I noticed one of the best news they could give me a good time, and would like to share with you ... and I take this beautiful and symbolic meaning FILE space, to give this good news: I'M PREGNANT , Joseph and I will have the joy of being parents again.

All questions that I have no answers will now be raised by Sophie and her brother @ ... and have to work hard on my person ... especially in my spirit to keep everything valuable that I inherited and do not lose it ... to be the best company in their beautiful children and as I allow acompañarl @ s.

I leave this beautiful video I found that seem right for this moment ... in which life shows me who wants it or not TODAY CAN BE A GREAT DAY ....

A kiss to all.


Monday, August 27, 2007

Wording Congratulation Card Engagement

" disoriented "


Today is a day that exacerbated my existential crisis ... do not know why ...


Arriving at the office was very hard through the door and entering the world outside also reminds me that everything is going very badly ... maybe that's why I stopped going to office ... I confess that it hurt a lot to hear people with their problems ... and insists to continue in the same ... no many minds want to solve ... always keeping the solution in their hands ... and yet continuing a strong desire to live there .... complicated but what hurt me most was to see that those who fall victim are always the children ... adult victims who decide not to ... is not responsible ... who go through life just to live ... without worrying about the larger meaning of our existence ... and how important it is to find a meaning to each of the circumstances they live. Coldly watching it is not so hard to be happy ... is more complicated to be unhappy ... and yet we have an awesome facility to complicate our existence ... merecemo many to master in such things.


With the country is exactly the same thing happens in families ... in all homes ... all have the solution ... patient and tolerant but we expect someone else to solve it ... the government ... our heads ... Members ... politicians ... Officials ... teachers .... etc ... and not going out there .... the solution is in our hands ... we have the change and the possibility ... is not anywhere else.


hurts everything that happens ... it really hurts ... and I constantly wonder what the world will come to you my little Adda Sofia ... I am very concerned and start asking me question about honesty ... the truth ... justice ... and have to answer that are no longer needed ... there are no ... and that the world is getting worse ... I have no answers ... I have honestly not.


Today talked with a friend ... and said that if it were not for my little Sofia ... I think it would be a hermit ... I would move far away in a beautiful place in my state ... a living raising cows, chickens and writing ... writing about everything ... about life ... about how great it is to love ... about what existence is overwhelming when you have a sense ... but maybe no one will read ...


definitely woke up today not well .... or maybe I woke up very realistic ... to look pretty fantastic in the world ... scares me everything that happens ... and no where to go ... I refuse to believe that my future and my destiny is just in these four walls ... and dependent on someone else ... a boss who decides what will become of me ... my future career ... and therefore of my dreams ... of my ideals ... I am not resigned ... I keep my spirit ... but I need to get out of here ... keep running and all I have ... that I feel I'm missing ....

Saturday, August 18, 2007

A White Discharge Came Instead Of My Period

" THAT WOULD DO WITHOUT FREEDOM?



When I saw this scene the first time ... really moved me to the depths ... the history of this man besides be hollywodesca ... is awesome ... that their ideals were never broken ... never died ... that he had very clear and present ... that if the spirit of a dying man ... its existence then never made sense.

Mexicans assume to be free ... that we do what we want ... in fact so much so that now ... steal., raped, assaulted and no one says anything ... we are "free" to act as we want ... and it seems that no one thinks to stop ... We are also free to choose 'democratic' government that does not always meet the real needs that we as a people ... but rather we meet our whims ... and even then we still do not understand that democracy goes far beyond casting a vote in the polls ... Democracy is an attitude ... a lifestyle ... not only a form of government.

In particular I had to fight for my freedom ... personally I have not felt free ... if ... I repeat ... I do not feel free in this country ... in this my beautiful city ... much less in my own place of work ... I felt slave of corruption ... of aggression ... the lack of dreams and ideals ... conformism and having to keep quiet to keep a job ... a livelihood which unfortunately makes me feel at times that I'm alone ...

fight for my freedom has not been easy ... has been a constant struggle ... day by day ... and I confess that I have often dreamed of waking up and away ... perhaps the first step would be to quit my job ... but it is not easy to stay and say what I think ... no injustice to me and that everyone is against me ... and that with the passage of time feel that my work is in danger ... or worse ... be frozen at a desk where everything is and feel good for nothing ... because I'm not useful to the interests of others.

Everyday I wonder what is the formula to preserve the free spirit in a circumstance like this ... look at the photograph of my father in my office and put a sentence: is better to suffer injustice we are doing ... and I am sure that millions of Mexicans are wondering the same thing in their workplaces ... in circumstances ... especially when they come home and look at the hopeful face of their children ... feeling that one day soon they will lose, as we lose little by little.

Good question ... What would we do without freedom? ... Now I know ... and if we are reflective we would know all ... WE ARE NOT FREE ... if we are afraid ... if we lost dreams ... if you do not maintain an ideal ... NO LONGER FREE.

I want to be free ... I want my spirit is preserved in this ditch where I am ... I do not want to grow old and die prostrate on my bed and feel like Wallace said ... which would all lived after fleeing ... this moment that I get the chance to fight for my dreams ... to keep my spirit ... feeling that my life never really paid off. Miro

the face of my father in his photography ... sophia's face looked when I got home ... then I look in the mirror ... and all always find HOPE.

A kiss to all.

Friday, August 3, 2007

How Do I Configure D2nt

"LA VIDA ES BELLA"



life is definitely beautiful., No doubt ... and this love and immense respect I have for my father is mainly because it taught me to look at life from a very particular ... many people could not explain the why of his position as serene and peaceful ... to many circumstances ... to pain, sadness and betrayal ... and the spirit to perceive the beauty of the circumstances is a gift ... a virtue ... unfortunately many are missing.

learned to dream, to yearn., To maintain an ideal and strive for ... this scene from the movie moves me ... that this great man is not your child distorts reality ... teaches him that his heart always born a position to help you look closely around him ... simply always in my heart. And he saved not just life ... but the spirit ... and not die ... lives in his small forever.

every day I thank my father for his words ... his actions and his teachings at this point I say every day ... and nurture this spirit that grows ... strengthens ... and always recognized ... at any time if there is no doubt ... "Life is beautiful."

A kiss to all.





Friday, June 29, 2007

How To Deal With Edema

"may fall A STAR"



I love this movie ... relationship that this great man had with his daughter, that special love and connection that was unbelievable, I feel very much reflect what I lived with my father.

This scene is my favorite, when he expressed how important it is to get what you really love, and not die or grow old without having loved intensely ...

Definitely my father did, intensely loved every moment of his life: His parents, his sisters, his wife, his daughters, his grandchildren, his family ... to work, your friends ... though some may betray.

We used to have long talks, we went to breakfast and talked of many things ... On one occasion I asked "Why did you marry Mommy?" and he replied: "Why it's a great woman"

remember how much it helped me understand that this man did so much damage I do not really love me, helped me look at what was the true love ... true love is how he lived with his family, with your partner, your daughters ... really looking to the other, in every sense, I said, "Mary not understand you, a man who loves you , never leaves you, never leaves you alone, never used, and cares about what you feel and you always need, why endure all the things you do? "

Right now those words come back with the same intensity, in another major aspect of my life ... my work ... for it was very important that I loved what I did and enjoyed it, something is sacrificed to study what I longed for and a very good school ... there understood and accompanied me all the time in my struggle to rescue what hurt me.

Dad was right ... the circumstances are not under my control, but if my attitude towards them ... if the circumstances do not try to pass in front of me and it seems nothing will change, but I must not forget that with every thought , with every dream, every attitude that I have the world changes, something is moving and who knows ... Maybe drop a star.


Then I leave a small fragment of the letters that my father left, where a poetic express his admiration for the woman in the picture is with my mother when you were dating:


"The woman's hands have rare abilities to heal wounds of the flesh, the pair that his words are the ideal remedy for the pain of spirit, blessed hands made to close the lids in the supreme moment when one enters the unknown regions, holy lips in the fervor of prayer, we make in those moments, forget for a moment the cruelty of our materialistic thoughts. "

A kiss to all.


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Sunday, June 17, 2007

How To Wear A Bandana For Snowboard

"IN THE WINGS OF MY FATHER "

Today is celebrated in Mexico on Father's Day is a special day in my life, one day very significant.

will visit the cemetery for the first time with my little and tell him comfortable rest is the tomb where his grandfather, is a place that really hurts me to visit but well worth using in our lives as a sign that death is simply a step to transcendence. The signs are important in the life of human beings who unfortunately have very bad memory.

My favorite movie is The Lion King, I remember I went to see the film accompanied by my father, and I never imagined that history would one day have a lot to do with my reality.

I identify with Simba, a puppy through a constant search understands that it is inside where he finds his father, the most important of his life, which he believes he lost, and ultimately realizes that it is a Throughout its existence must transcend his father and always, always be with him, and that is thanks to this transcendence that is also THE LION KING, with a very important place in the Endless Cycle







Father, now beats in me what was in you, your heart beats can finally fly You gave me wings to fly to realms that I now find there are now sky to navigate, and promise that the sail.

guide me always when you want, when you want to talk I am here, your wings I will fly to realms that I now find, and I'm sure you will find them, always from inside, because there are now sky to navigate, now beats in my , which was in you, your heart beats, can finally fly.

I love you dad.

HAPPY FATHER'S DAY TO ALL THE PARENTS OF THE BLOGOSPHERE AND THANK YOU FOR BEING HERE.

everyone a kiss.

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Monday, June 4, 2007

Riker's Island Visiting Schedule

" AVANTI ALMA FUERTE! "

Through a friend I met in this magical virtual world, Irma Rivero, Sa FIRO in September, who dedicate all my love this post, I met a beautiful poem of ALMAFUERTE , and gave me the task of investigating about the author of such profound words.

"Pedro Bonus Income ACIO Palacios was born in San Justo, Buenos Aires (Argentina) on May 13, 1854. Very humble family, a lover of painting. Wrote under the pseudonym Almafuerte.

was devoted to education in the province of Buenos Aires, despite having no authorization certificate (which eventually cost him his job) during the administration of Sarmiento and his poems was removed contragobernantes of their work. Despite these drawbacks enjoyed great reputation for his writings published in newspapers. He worked for the newspaper the "People."


was also librarian and translator of the Directorate General of Stats in the same province. Did not want to accept any public employment, since it was very critical of those who lived at the expense of people's taxes. Highly revered by the youth, the National Congress received a pension for his work. But did not collect it, since the end of his life was already close.


died on February 28, 1917 in the city of La Plata, province of Buenos Aires. His compositions, which are called milongas, are preachy tone. Evangelical (1915) was the most representative of style. Main works: Lamentations (1906), Poems (1917), New Poems (1918), Milongas classical medicinal Sonnets Hail. Speeches (1919), all published after his death in 1917 in Buenos Aires. "


When I read the beautiful poem definitely thought about my father, and after reading the story of this remarkable poet, I knew both had much in common.


Sometimes I think being an idealist, just like my father and Almafuerte, I confess that sometimes criticize him for believing so strongly in their values \u200b\u200band defend them so strongly, costing the privilege of an economy better, to be recognized for his journalistic work, or gaining a seat for his work deserved.


What irony, apparently going down the same road, you may not get a good position in recognition of my preparation and work, both as a psychologist and journalist, perhaps not economically achieve a life of luxury at the expense of my values \u200b\u200band my professional ethics, and as I told a friend, may end up writing my column on the Internet in a hermit at home enjoying the company of my beautiful family.


interesting thing is that I can not understand at what point humans decided that the path of struggle and values \u200b\u200bof ideals and truth are not the right path to achieve the welfare and success in life, in all its aspects.


Maybe if I'm an idealist, and I am an idealist to keep my values \u200b\u200band not let me down, and demand the rights of my life and my person in all circumstances, as a mother, a woman, a wife, as professional, as a citizen.


's words resonate strongly Almafuerte poem in my head, and now I need to remember that I am very strong refer me to think well actually I am, and so will I, "If I fall down ten times, I wake up another ten, another hundred, another five hundred, it is not my fall so violent, with an obsession almost asinine to be strong. And I will not give up even defeated, and although I feel slave slave arremteré fierce and badly injured "


Avanti!
If you fall down ten times, you levantasotras ten
another hundred, others five hundred, not to be your fall so violent
nor, by law, must be so.
With great hunger that plants assimilate the humus
greedy,
swallowing the bitterness of the reproaches
formed the holy men and women.
Obsession almost asinine, to be strong,
nothing more needs child, and any
unhappy I reckon that mellan
gaffs luck ...
All are incurable curacinco seconds before his death!


Piu Avanti!
not give up, even up, do not feel
slave, even slave
trembling with fear, piénsate bravo,
and fierce blasts, and badly wounded. Ten
rusty nail tenacity
already old and mean, it becomes nail;
not stupid coward
turkey
it lessens their feathers at first sound.
should as the God who never cries;
or Lucifer, who never reads;
or as the oak,
whose greatness needs water, not begging ...
biting and avenging thunders,
and rolling in the dust, your head!

Molto piu Avanti!
The lovers tears pouring
on penalties than their sentences;
those who forget the sound of their chains
to iron out the other before;
Those who go by the delusional world
spreading their love with both hands,
fall under the weight of their good works,
dirty, sick, tragic, ... Leftovers!
Ah! Never want to remedy wrongs!
compassionate impulses never follow!
Hate hooks have always on
the eyes of the judge always awake!
And lie on the box of the dead,
belittles the cries of the living!

Avanti Molto piu ancora!
miserable world is a stage where everything is
stolid and feigned, where each host
keeps hidden his true self,
after the hit "Do not say your truth or the most beloved,
show no fear or the most feared,
do not think you have ever wanted
for more kisses love you have given.
Watch as the snow dissolves
apostrophe to the sun without your lip stiff,
how clouds forward
the desert without any anxiety that you trust ... Trema
as hell, but laugh!
live a full life, but dead!

Moltíssimo ancora piu Avanti!
If instead of the stupid panthers and ferrous
stupid lions
enclose two skinny guys went into that fragile
prison beasts,
would not lie
whole nights in the barn soft mattresses,
without hope and without reactions
placid as much as two clerks; What Napoleons
thoughtful, serious,
not the bloodthirsty tiger maula,
escrutarían every inch his classroom, looking
cracks, no keys ... Seas
who you are, you know
: to scrutinize the cracks in your cage!

My father
Almafuerte was, all his thoughts, feelings and actions are justified by the love of his life and spirit, because his greatest wish was for us a life nobly lived, and definitely a strong soul.


From now on I will repeat every day, as I always Irma express their beautiful wishes, and as I said my father in his valuable actions: Avanti! Mariluz, Avanti!

A kiss to all.





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Saturday, May 19, 2007

Client Confidentiality Clause

" Everything has its time "

These days I have gone through a very strong existential crisis about my career and everything I dream and desire, many changes in my life I do and I wonder if this is the time.

I've been doing various projects that I thought maybe in a moment that this would be just the opportunity arose, as everything that has happened in my life, the circumstances are, and live and try to take them all the time to figure out what they want me, and I'm right there at that time.

I always thought that all of reality tells me that I always say something, and that part of my role in my life is find out what I mean.

One night Jose and I sat on the pier talking perfectly remember having said these words: "It's amazing what the pain in my life, I feel that comes as a call to wake up, to stay alert and to remind me that not everything is under my control and what I do is deal with it, learn and follow "... the next day my father died.


I experienced some very painful, which many still live more, but so far the hardest and most difficult has been the loss of this being that really got to love deeply.

is true, everything has its time, I had my time to grow, to study, prepare to enjoy life without worries, then came the time to mature, working, suffering for a loved one is born sick and struggling every day to stay, then time to get married and discover life and love are not just what you want to make them because then you live in a lie, then came the time of divorce, but finally learning that you plan your life circumstances continue to arrive and will be presented, and all must learn, then it came time to live alone, to rediscover who he was and that gave me all these situations, the time to put into practice everything I had been given. Then came the time for love, to meet Jose and feel I deserve to finally just give me what I want, what you deny me I will never be allowed nor will I be given.

Then came the time of greatest pain of losing my father, to stay with his last picture on the breakfast table and saying goodbye not even imagine that never see him again.

From then begins the time to walk with a sense of facing life with courage and do not let me run over. Sofia was born and with it comes the best time of my life, my work time, the office, to be a mother and give my best but almost always feel that I am the best person, it came time to overcome my fears more depth and feeling that I've never really been alone.


are past now, time to write, to speak out, to re-take the road to be built with other circumstances, to reevaluate everything I had, what I have and what I have achieved, but above all to love with passion all what I have been given.

Thanks to my family, my sisters, my mother has always loved me as I am, not even explain the why of her affection, thanks to José for joining me in this way so complicated, I'm not a person at all easy, thanks to Mary for teaching sun with its existence, thanks to Adda Sofia for being the little person who now leads me to make sense of my life. Thanks to my father that transcends every day in my life, and finally THANKS TO ALL OF YOU , all those friends I have met on this path of my life and this wonderful virtual world that has helped me discover a part of me that was not anywhere else, really thanks.
And really I say that if everything has its time and I think in my life today has ushered in unprecedented times.

A kiss to all.


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Sunday, May 6, 2007

Difference Between Mon And A Cold

" IMAGINE ... A BETTER WORLD "


On May 3 was held on Freedom Day Expression; a very important day for journalism, but definitely one day very important for anyone who cares for life and freedom.

Many people who know me said to soften the love I feel toward my father, some say that I have an unresolved grief, definitely both are right. I love my father deeply, and after losing a I can tell you loved the pain never goes away, perhaps changing and learn to live it and discovered that never dies and who lives not only in your memories but in your life.


Writing has been a discovery in my life has given me a sense of infinite freedom, but also I learned that freedom means a lot responsibility and expressed similarly implies, especially when you go to other people before a review of the circumstances.

Recently, someone left a comment I said I could not be objective to reality, I can not answer that, it "should be", because reality is not what we want make it, the reality simply is, violence, aggression, injustice, pain, suffering, intolerance are not subjective, there are there, present in our world, our society and try to give an explanation very particular circumstances, no one is responsible for the consequences of their behavior look much less the solution is in our hands.

In my profession as a psychologist is very evident the people suffering, injustice and humiliation resulting from the abandonment, loss, abuse or void for lack of love or simply not be regarded as people, causing depression, grief, various diseases of the spirit, and I can tell I'm not subjective to their existence, they are there and it is the responsibility of all who inhabit this planet look around us, and make a trial, the most accurate, taking into account all reality, with each and every one of its factors, not only from my perception and my context.

In journalism it is exactly the same, is a profession that encompasses sociology and humanism in all its expressions, is to call attention to what is happening and take it to society to make this recall and look at what is presented, and can create changes, always livelihood of the common good of man, from his own nature and not just what suits the powerful.

If before reality could not be objective, then the evil, injustice, wars, etc, would be justified and will definitely tell them that they are not.

These days my mother told me that the beginning of my father in journalism was a volunteer in the newspaper where the years after he became Deputy Director of the, started from the bottom, knowing fully what the profession involved guided always by vocation, now I understand perfectly, it's a feeling I've experienced lately in the depths of my being embraces you and does not leave you so easily.

Perhaps if we could imagine and are constantly being converted into a utopia are pretty subjective justice honesty, the value of life, equality, freedom with responsibility, tolerance, respect, feel that lately I have to imagine them, because quite objective reality consistently proves to me that the dream I long for a better world is becoming more and more distant.

A kiss to all.






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Friday, April 20, 2007

1st Death Anniversary Announcements

" ONLY ASK OF GOD "

always think of my father, at any moment of my life, is always present. Especially in difficult times or when I feel that things become worse. Sometimes I feel the spirit loses strength, depleted or weakened to many circumstances, many events that I question whether it be as objective and sensitive to our true worth in a world where nobody wants to be, and where it seems to be me gradually becomes a being out of place, especially in my workplace.

I am concerned ceasing to be sensible, I mentioned that in my work and my profession is something that really shows a lot cruelty and pain most of the time, and yet I find it hard to understand that people still find it hard to accept help and even worse to want to end that situation that causes suffering. Then understand that humanity is going through many problems still not resolved.

Killing Virgin ia is for me to a very large maximum degree which can be reached before the worst of indifference, people stop looking at ourselves as ourselves and therefore others. Stop making us beings that I would not say what kind.

I think that the murderer of Virginia felt that was definitely not regarded or treated as such (Although the background was perhaps never was) and because he thought that this act was vile and terrible a warning to be observed even for a moment and turn heads in a world where no one is looking, where we try and we treat them as objects.

In therapy many times I have asked my patients addicted to the difference between them and a chair and surprisingly did not have an answer, sometimes I answer that the chair has 4 legs and two of them. Recognize our humanity is not as easy and recognize it without touching it worse, perhaps because it is so difficult to understand that a being who was not born there and definitely represents life, if the one There is not even looking at it, treat it as such, although their presence is already a requirement and shows that it is.

I share some words of my father, was always a sensitive, and taught us to be, to our humanity and presented to us daily, thank you very important lesson for life made us all of us their daughters circumstances where it is always necessary noble learning. Also

they share a video with background music that I personally love it and I think it reflects my feelings right now, to everything that surrounds me and reminds me that I am and that we are people. Actually I only ask God to allow me to continue .... A KISS TO ALL.

"Dear daughter, I felt deeply moved to see so generously reached out to a poor man who came to our door begging for a piece of bread, your attitude coated with the greatness of the naive, managed to run down the face of the beggar moved, a flood of tears, indescribable relief to his troubled soul. Much thought you suggested when he asked confused the reason for her tears, and not looking at that time how to explain the cause of his emotion, I will try in the following lines show you that you made a beautiful work.

vulgar concept of charity, born almost always one of the biggest weaknesses humanas, la vanidad: se ofrece una moneda con una actitud soberbia para demostrar la supremacía económica: se donan millones buscando muchas veces sólo la alabanza pública para exhibir su nombre; si algún día por esos azares frecuentes de la vida, te hallas en condiciones de poder distribuir el bienestar entre los demás recuerda que debes hacerlo sin humillarlos y sin envanecerte, para que puedas experimentar uno de los mas grandes goces: hacer el bien sin ostentación.

Para practicar tan bella virtud, no necesitas materializar este noble sentimiento; una verdadera obra caritativa, puede realizarse en múltiples formas: enjugando una lágrima, healing a wound, giving the fallen, which they all leave, words that make you feel that he understands the immensity of their pain, lavishing a friendly word to hetaira vilified by all, patting a crying child abandoned.

Man by nature is made to sacrifice, and therefore to practice charity in its most exalted moldalidades, our very cells, minute by minute are sacrificed to preserve the life of our area be organized, and the individual who is not a cell esmas social agency also must sacrifice themselves when it reaches the precise moment.

When performing a beautiful ceremony, my daughter, the man feels redeemed from the cave that lurks in the depths of our being the chance to prove with all their vile appetites. "





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