Manipulation.
I read a story written by a renowned writer named Robinson Crusoe. It’s a story that I find interesting enough to share with you today. But of course there are many details that I added in because I don’t fully remember the plot, so to make it more detailed I add them from my imagination.
Once upon a time a man bought a property in a place where people were attentive to superstitions, a man named Braulio wanted said property since he saw it but there were some details that he didn't like and he thought of solving them somehow.
There were some walls that he wanted to tear down but that would imply effort, money and a lot of time, so he put his imagination to work and thought of a plan that would not cost him much to remodel his old house.
So he started spreading the rumor that his house was haunted with some spirit appearing from time to time.
He invited some neighbors to his house and kept them distracted until his plan began to work.
He made a ghost out of some white sheets and prepared some gunpowder that could suddenly catch fire and cause a sudden fire to burn, the neighbors were at home when that ghostly figure appeared, a blinding light was lit and everything was covered with a horrible smell of sulfur.
Gradually many were fascinated by this presence and began to make their own conjectures. They said that the ghost was probably guarding buried treasure, so Braulio thought this was his chance to intervene, he suggested that since the house was in some places badly destroyed he would allow them to go in and if they found anything they would split it in half.
He also told them that this would bring debris and they should be responsible for picking up and throwing away what they found.
They all gladly accepted and little by little they began to tear down floors and walls. So that they would not feel disappointed, Mr. Braulio hid some coins and buried them.
In the next excavation they found the coins and he told them to keep them and to go on, as there were probably more coins.
So they did until they had demolished all the walls and floors that Mr. Braulio needed to demolish and, at a very cheap price because the few coins he gave them to find was not much compared to the job well done.
At the request of Mr. Braulio, they decided not to dig any more.
The lesson of this story lies in the fact that by taking advantage of people's beliefs and making a good plan with intelligence, many things can be achieved. People can be manipulated in such a way that they believe they are doing a favor to another and not the other way around.
In our daily life we meet masters of deception. They know how to use the verb in such a great way that we do not notice that we are being manipulated to do a task that in different circumstances can be a very forced task and also cost very expensive if it is done by trained people.
I hope you liked this story and I thank you as always for reading it.
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A gift of gardening.
Greetings my dear readers of the great read.cash family. Today I want to give you a tour of my beautiful plants, I have really spent some time transplanting and planting.
I don't know if I already told you that I bought a new cactus, its name is Opuntia Orbiculata, this cactus is full of thin spiny filaments that look like senile hairs. It’s beautiful, I bought it and I am reproducing it at once. In a few weeks you will hear news of new germinations sprouting on them or at least that is what I hope. My idea is to buy it and then reproduce them for sale.
My beautiful Zephiranthes Candida is also radiant with beautiful flowers with such white petals contrasting with its beautiful yellow pistils and green stems. The plant itself is not very showy, only when it blooms and has these beautiful flowers on the tops of its flowering stem, then it really catches the eye.
The Kalanchoe Blossferdiana also wanted to give me its flowers after a break of more than a year, enough time to reproduce it enough to hope that they can all bloom now.
My Sedun Adolphii is also sprouting its offspring, it’s a new succulent in my garden and I propagated it by cutting off the mother plant and planting three parts of the plant, plus I took several of its leaves and each one is showing its germinating bud. Soon I will have many Adolphii.
The Zameoculca is getting bushier and bushier, I have it in my living room before going indoors. There it is growing in luxuriance and size, I took some bulbs from this plant several months ago and planted them and they are now happily sprouting and brightening up my life with their presence.
Euphorbia plants in all colors are starting to multiply their colorful bouquets. They brighten up my garden with their different shapes, arrangements and colors. It has been a long time since I have seen them bloom as they are doing now, although it is a plant that remains sprouting flowers throughout the year, it was having them in small quantities.
This plant that I’ll show you now is a small acquisition that I made just a month ago. I have already reproduced it successfully, I have two daughter plants and I like its tiny leaves that hang in the pot, now I must try to grow it in a basket to make its abundance even more beautiful.
The beautiful yellow flowers of the Turnera Ulmifolia are very splendorous, they are thus calling for the presence of butterflies to come and lay their eggs on her and after that she will die completely eaten by the caterpillars of these butterflies, and then start a new life cycle.
Also in my garden the paprika plants are blooming, the papaya and banana plants and the fig tree are also blooming, they all have their fruits which are very much appreciated.
I hope you like my plants, but today I wanted to refresh my eyes with these photos and show you the fruits of my passion for plants.
Greetings to all my dear readers, voters and commentators, I thank you for your virtual presence in my life.
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Before I finish I apologize to my dear friends for just dropping by to leave my tips on their posts. I am in good health but sometimes difficulties appear without warning. Soon I will be completely at your disposal, God willing.
Is a love like this disturbing?.
Greetings my dear readers of this beautiful platform, today I bring you a topic that I do not like very much in its form of theme to present but I have heard it in two audios that I have put in these days.
Many of you know that I am a doctor, this is for those who do not know, yes, I am an ultrasound doctor but I have always liked forensic medicine and criminalistics. I like how the victim's body and the scene as such tells the whole story of what happened to the victim, contradicting or affirming what the witness tells.
I am a person who always seeks justice in its simplest forms. I am a standard bearer for the application of the just law, that’s why I stick to good investigative procedures to discern a case under investigation.
In recent days I have heard of two cases of innocent children who have been murdered. My astonishment is not so much that a strange psychopath comes along out of nowhere and murders an innocent 8 or 6 year old child.
I always imagine that child, as a last thought, will have the memory of his or her mother, seeking their presence as help in the face of such harassment.
But what happens when that child sees his own mother doing this? Trying to murder him all out of nowhere? That must be the worst moment that child has ever experienced.
Yes, the mother in both cases was the assailant. In both cases the children had life insurance for a certain amount of money that the parents would claim after their death.
The case that disturbs me the most emotionally is the mother who begins with an audio, feigning shock at the presence of a killer in her home who is escaping and has stabbed her two children.
The mother explained that she was awakened by feeling something in her throat and began to defend herself, she was asleep on the couch in the living room while she had been watching TV.
Her two children were sleeping upstairs in her room and the father was sleeping in the master bedroom.
According to her account she fought with the attacker and then chased him into the garage. There the attacker dropped the knife, she went upstairs to check on her children and called 911 where they recorded her call for help.
In addition to her throat, she had a defense wound on her arm that was bleeding.
The investigation of the scene was simple, since the investigation concluded that most information given to them was suspicious, and that the mother herself was responsible.
The children were on the floor, one of them had several stab wounds, the first one ran on all fours to get out of the room but she caught up with him and gave him other accurate stab wounds.
The other boy was alive at the time and lying on the floor in agony, he died on the road.
The blood they were able to find on the handle of the knife was blood coming from the mother and in the form of a downward slide, not upward, as she was supposed to be defending herself.
This blood fell on the kitchen floor in droplets with small spaces between them and not from a person running for a criminal.
The house had many valuable artifacts between the bedroom, living room and kitchen that an assailant could take, but everything was there. There was money, a brand watch, rings and other things that the thief could have effortlessly taken.
In addition to other clues that concluded that the assassin was inside the house and didn’t come from outside.
The family threw one of the deceased boys a birthday party the following week of the murder, because they thought the boy would like them to be happy on his birthday, so they televised the party. It was big, with balloons and other expensive things.
The detectives on the case were disgusted to see how the parents could throw a birthday party a week after their child was killed.
The parents never showed any signs of insufferable grief for their losses, and the investigations all led to accuse the mother as the instigator of the abominable act.
How the psyche of a psychopath works. It’s not at all well seen that a person with relatively acceptable behavior would have planned the murder of their own children all because of a financial debt of many millions of dollars that could only be covered with a million dollar insurance policy.
Personally, the thought came to mind when I had so many financial difficulties that I didn’t have enough money to pay for expenses and my son and I suffered together moments, days, months of discouragement, but we were together all the time, without separating. He never noticed our precariousness, everything was like a game for him and we got through everything together.
My mind just can’t process how a mother can go to such an extreme of vileness in attacking, persecuting and killing the innocent products of her own body.
It’s terrible and I know it is not the behavior of someone mentally balanced, never would a protective mother of the most beloved thing in life such as a child make an attempt against her life.
I will never be able to put myself in the place of that mother's mind because my mind leads me to think what that child experienced at that moment. The being he thought was protecting him was now stalking him like prey, what was his last thought? How sad, a tear for those children.
A mother gives everything for her children, a child is the reason for a mother to fight, a mother who loves her offspring above herself, but a murderer…? I don't know what could be wrong with her brain and her own heart to destroy something as sacred as the life of her life.
God have mercy for those lost souls of murderous mothers, may they come to their senses and repent of their actions.
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Today is a different day.
Greetings my dear friends of reah.cash, today I have come up with another post that will please you.
It happened that a psychologist was with his discussion group when he happens to show them a crystal glass with water in it and asks them....
"How much do you think this glass with the water weighs?"
And they all started to count, 200 ml, 250 ml, 300 ml. And so on. To which the psychologist adds....
*“The exact weight is not so important, I explain. If we hold this glass in the air for a few minutes it does not weigh much, if we hold it for several hours there will come a time when our arm will hurt, but if we hold it in the air all day long our arm will surely become numb and paralyzed.”*
And he goes on to say *“It happens with the emotions that cause us pain, sadness, anger, frustration, if we think about them for a while we will surely forget them quickly, if we spend a lot of time with those feelings I assure you that it will hurt for a while but if we think about them all the time it will weigh so much on our body that it will paralyze us. It will be impossible to continue with the expected rhythm of life and it will limit us in our daily life.”*
When I read it I thought about the feelings I have had this time and I agree with this psychologist that I don't know but he has hit the nail on the head.
I have to work on my thinking and on releasing the feeling of pain, grief in life has a time, it goes through some phases and then we have to let it go.
It simply wipes us out, it takes away our strength, we allow ourselves to be carried away by the power of the mind that says we must cry and stay in the pain. If we allow pain to take over our life we will be enslaved to it.
So we have to let it go, we have to release our feelings and start to get back on the track of commonality.
Life is a myriad of emotions, some are pleasant and others are unpleasant. The best thing to do is to go ahead and always keep moments of joy in our hearts so that when we are discouraged, the mere memory of them will make us smile.
In many occasions remembering those happy moments makes us smile so much that to the people around us we can give an impression of being crazy.
I don't know if it has happened to you but it happens to me often because my mind is very playful. Especially when I travel on a bus I often get lost in my thoughts.
Such thoughts have made me, besides smiling, make a little laugh that seems to make the people next to me stare at me and I observe this kind of look that makes judgments at first sight.
I tell them that it is already characteristic in me, so I leave those looks quickly. I want to continue to enjoy my cheerful imagination and not see those wrinkled faces of people whose world is falling down on them.
I sometimes prefer my solitude in company and believe me I enjoy it more than being with some people with their boisterous laughter of jokes with double intentions and interspersed with obscene words that give more strength to their jokes.
Fellow readers, we must learn to know our strengths in order to discern at the right time the best course of action to follow. That is why I choose life, I choose joy, I choose my dreamy and creative mentality of joyful and comfortable spaces. I choose good-hearted people like you, who although I do not know you in person, I know you from reading.
Thank you for your support, for always being there, for being readers' family. I thank you for your special posts, for your nice reads, for your different personalities.
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Life is a gift that is appreciated.
Greetings my dear friends of read.cash. Today I am not going to tell you an inspiring story, I just want to write the trivia that is in my head.
I think I've been struggling a lot in all these years I've been writing. I'm writing different pages at the same time, one side and the other, and I think many here do too, but there comes a time when like today I'm feeling tired.
My mind, my body, is asking me to take more time for me. To take my days a little slower, because the effort is disturbing my peace of mind.
I am also in a time of mourning, seeing how some of my friends and colleagues die gives me a feeling of emptiness in my heart.
Grief is something normal to live because it is a feeling of loss, of detachment, of seeing how people who mean something in our lives are leaving this plane.
I am a person of faith and I am grateful. I pray to God for my deceased, for my losses. I thank God for the time He allowed me to be with them in this earthly life. I thank Him for having known them.
Paul the apostle of the Most High says in one of his letters that death is gain. Why? Because it is when we will go to meet the Lord and 'stand before his face' which is what we all want. The thought of God's promise being fulfilled as everything he says in his word is fulfilled comforts us.
But knowing that only fills a space in our hearts and it’s what makes us gradually fill ourselves with strength to endure the losses.
It’s hard to see and feel that this person who was with us for a while is no longer with us and prayer calms our pain and absence.
My dear friends as you can read I am not feeling well at all, because my heart is full of pain. When my friend died I was convalescing with disorder for having eaten a bad dinner, so I had no strength for both of us.
My grief is repressed in my heart. I feel it tight with so much desire to go out and cannot. She died in another country, she offered her life for others and those others gave her this terrible disease. She has already died, there is no presence of the body, no last farewell, no meeting with her relatives to express our feeling of union to the mourning, there is only a repressed pain in my heart.
That's why I didn't want to make an inspirational post, because today I am in mourning and like everything else I know this too shall pass. As it passes I live it and suffer it. Now I share it with you.
Those who are living this feeling of mine will understand. You know that this too will pass, because everything passes, but while it passes it hurts, it squeezes and squeezes the soul and leaves an empty space.
Because when someone leaves who has been an important part of our life, they don't leave alone. He or she takes a part of us with him or her, they take with them the memories and experiences that brought us together, the graces, the disappointments, the moments of pleasure.
Because when someone leaves, he or she also takes with him or her a part of us, that part of our love and that part of our heart where the memory of what we have lived is kept. That is why the heart is torn, why it has been broken, why it has been taken away.
And while that wound heals in our heart due to the detachment, we mourn the wound, the separation of that piece of our fiber and we hope for a very quick repair.
My dear readers, I am grieving, but I am also confident in the promise of our Lord that we will see each other again, today it is her, tomorrow it is me, then the others and we will see each other again.
I hope I have not disturbed you with my litanies, perhaps tomorrow I will be better, today I only wanted to write my pain. Tomorrow I will write again my joys.
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Judging others or being judged ourselves.
Greetings my dear friends of this community of readers, today I was reminded of a story I read a long time ago and I want to share it with you,
Once a married couple decided to go on a visit to town to do their shopping. They got the donkey ready and set out to go, on the way the wife got tired and the husband decided that he could ride the donkey while he continued on foot.
As they entered the village the people looked at him and complained to each other and said....
*"Look at that young woman riding the donkey while the older husband has to walk on foot."*
The husband heard the complaint as he was walking and said to the wife...
*"Now you get off, I am tired and must get on the donkey."*
The wife consented and the husband then got on. When they went halfway through the village they heard people stop and murmur and saw them saying…
*"Look at that man, he is riding quietly on the donkey while the lady has to stand on her feet all alone."*
The husband hearing this said to the wife....
*"Wait, I must get off the donkey so he can rest"* and they continued walking just as they did in the beginning. As they walked deeper into town, people saw them and said...
*"What a strange pair of people, they come walking and tired and don't ride the donkey."*
Seeing and hearing this the husband and wife looked at each other and decided to pay no more attention to anything they heard from those people. They would never do anything that would please everyone and they went on their way as they pleased.
The moral of this episode which is not originally written the same as the story because I remember it but not in great detail but it’s a very similar story to this one. We cannot go through the world having a life of complacency for others.
A person will never have a life that in the eyes of others is a perfect life. No matter how much love, no matter how much happiness you show, no matter how much you have achieved, you will always be judged by other people for having many defects, because generally we like to judge everything we observe.
Sometimes people who judge us do not see their own defects but they can see the defects of others.
Sometimes people tend to judge others very harshly with their excuses, for example, if someone did a bad deed, but when it’s his turn to do something similar he justifies himself very softly.
It’s not like that, in the same way that we judge we should judge ourselves. We should be stricter with ourselves than with others and as far as possible we should not judge anyone.
God has given each of us a life. God has given us the gift of free will for us to choose the best path to follow, the path He left us in His word for those who believe in Him or the path we choose to follow.
In whichever path we choose He will be with us but we must know that the path we choose will be much harder to follow than the path He left us.
But in spite of everything we will feel accompanied by His presence and we will try to do the best we can. So let us not allow other people's judgments to modify our way of living or acting.
Unless it is advice that you have requested and you decide to do it, in that case it is your decision and yours alone to do what you are told without then throwing out your own.
Own your life, own your actions, be grateful for what you have and live your life to the fullest and consciously. May God bless you.
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Who is right?
Greetings my dear friends of this community of readers, today I bring you a story I read about several old people who thought they were right.
It happened that in an old town there were 6 elderly gentlemen who were the most knowledgeable about life, they were blind but they had a lot of knowledge when it came to giving advice to young people.
One day it occurred to one of them to ask another of the older men if they knew what an elephant looked like, because although it was a rare animal in the village, it was known that there was someone who had one.
All the gentlemen one by one answered that none of them had ever met an elephant so they had nothing to say about it, itt was then that they decided to leave for the house of the good man who had it.
Arriving at the gentleman's house they asked him for the favor of letting them touch a part of the elephant's body in order to get to know it, they were informed that it was a very large animal and they would take him to touch a part of its body.
The first old man was taken to the elephant's tail and deduced that the elephant was very much like a rope because of its long, thin tail. The second man was taken to the elephant's ear and deduced that the elephant resembled a fan because of its flat and wide shape, the third man was placed near the elephant's leg and the elephant thought it resembled a tree because it was wide, thick and firm. The fourth man was placed on the trunk, which he thought resembled a wall because of its strong body, the fifth was placed next to the tusk and he thought it was a spear because of its sharpness and smoothness and the sixth one was allowed to touch the trunk and he thought it was a very big snake.
So all of them gratefully went to meet at the place where they used to go to discuss their dilemmas. This is how each one gave his opinion about what was an elephant, a rope, a fan, a tree, a wall, a spear and a snake, everyone had a different concept about the same animal according to their experience. They could not come to an agreement when a seventh older gentleman who did have all the senses realized that they would never come to an agreement and intercepted them.
And he told them there is no doubt that they all have a different concept of what an elephant is because each and every one of them only touched one part of the animal snd although all are right in their interpretations, none is the owner of the total truth.
And that is how the seventh lord got them out of their mistake and explained to them by joining all the parts of the elephant that they had touched.
It’s a story that I have read and I wanted to comment with you because I found the message interesting. In many occasions we get involved in discussions that become even violent because in our way of interpreting things we assume that we are completely right.
Sometimes it is better to listen to someone else's version of a certain point, because it may happen that our point of view is not the most accurate.
Many variables may have happened that disturb the reality of our opinion and if we do not accept the opinion of other people with more knowledge we will never reach the best interpretation of the dilemma that has caused a terrible discussion.
Needless to say that sometimes we lose communication with loved ones, family and friends just because we believe we are right and we do not allow ourselves for a moment to doubt that we may be wrong and that those other people may be right.
It’s better to listen to the opinions calmly and then coldly conclude what may be the true answer to our questions, this way we will avoid avoid avoidable discussions and wrong opinions about something or someone.
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The mouse and farm animals.
Greetings my reader friends. I should have posted this yesterday but I ate Chinese rice for dinner on Friday and it made me sick, so I woke up on Saturday with nausea, intestinal pains, stomach aches, headaches, and I could not get out of bed. I couldn't turn on the TV or watch the day through my window because everything bothered me. It was a terrible day.
Today, since I was able to get up and ate some milk, I feel better to share the story of the day.
This is the story of a mouse and a cow. It happens that one bad day a mouse saw a box arriving at the farm house where he lived, he ran to see what had arrived in the house owners' box. When he opened the package, the owners were delighted because they had ordered some mouse traps.
The mouse saw this and jumped up and ran to where the animals were. Worried and still exalted by the great run he made, he commented to the hen...
*"You know... the owners bought mouse traps and I'm a little worried about what might happen."*
The hen replied... *"I don't understand what that could have to do with me, the only thing I can tell you is to take care of yourself."* And he walked away.
The mouse ran out to where the lamb was and said...
*"My friend, I am worried, the owners of the farm bought mousetraps and I fear for my life"* To which the lamb replied.
*"The only thing I can do for you is pray if anything happens to you."* And he left.
The mouse ran out to where the cow was grazing and said to her.....
*"Friend! the owners of the farm bought some mousetraps and I'm worried."*
The cow replied... *"And what do I have to do with those mousetraps? I'm sorry I don't have time for this"* She continued on her way.
The mouse, in view of the fact that he was left without friends to tell his misfortune to, decided to be very attentive to anything strange in the farm.
The next day there happened to be a commotion in the house, a snake had fallen into the mousetrap. When the farmer's wife approached the mousetrap, the snake bit her.
The doctor was quickly called but hopes were slim because the snake was very poisonous. The farmer went to make chicken soup to feed his wife, he went to the chicken coop and took the chicken and slit its throat.
All of a sudden the wife died. Many people came to the vigil, the farmer went out to look for the lamb to kill it and cook it for the people who came to his house.
As the days passed the situation became difficult on the farm and the farmer decided to kill the cow to pay all the expenses and start all over again.
On the farm the only animal left was the little mouse.
Sometimes people don't want to help others simply because the problem is not their own. They don't know that life takes many turns and what doesn't concern me today will be my own problem tomorrow.
The best and simplest thing we can do in life is to help as many people as possible. We can always help in something, with a word of encouragement, with a gesture of affection, with a material good, but the worst thing is that when someone asks you for advice for something that is happening to them, do not tell them that it is not your problem and turn your back on them, that will only be your ruin and in a short time before you know it you will have many more problems than you thought.
There is a phrase that says "he who does not live to serve, is not fit to live." It just means that if you live in your world without helping those who are asking for it in one way or another and you just turn your back on them without telling them even words of encouragement, destiny itself will lead you to travel through very inhospitable paths and will make you change your attitude sooner or later.
Thanks to all my readers and commenters. My apologies for being a little late in reading your posts. As soon as I am fully recovered I will continue to stop by to read and comment or leave my tips depending on my physical condition. Know that I love you all, you are the best.
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A friend is always a friend?
Greetings dear reader friends, today I am going to tell you about a subject that seemed appropriate to me. All this after having read a story that I am going to tell you.
It happens that there were two friends who had known each other for many years and were used to give each other their sincere friendship.
They grew up together and in college they behaved more than just as friends, they were like brothers. One day they decided to take a trip, they wanted to get to know the desert area and in what better condition to do it but with the presence and mutual support of both of them, they both wanted to know the intricate routes of the desert area.
They prepared to make their journey and went into the place prepared with compasses, food and water. Just relying on their luck and the support the two friends gave each other, but as the day wore on, things went off course. They are inexperienced, lost their way and the inclement sun seemed to take away their spirits.
At first the need for food and water was not very demanding, but as the day wore on and the sun embraced them and they failed to reach their destination. They began to worry.
The day passed and they faced the onslaught of the desert weather and after two days they were both very irritated. They were already arguing often, blaming each other.
To the point that in a moment of heated argument one of them hit the other one's face hard. The friend who was the victim of the blow of the other still hurt by the blow received wrote in the sand....
"my best friend gave me a hard punch".
They kept on walking and met new obstacles and the hit friend fell into a swamp, without realizing it was quicksand and the friend tried in every way to rescue his best friend who was sinking in the swamp, he put all his effort and with his last strength he succeeded! He pulled his friend out of the swamp.
When he came out of the swamp and was rescued, he looked for a rock and began to write on it...
"My best friend has saved my life today".
Seeing this the other asked him...
"Why did you write over there on the sand and here on a rock?"
To which the friend replied...
"I wrote there on the sand because when a true friend offends you this offense must be forgiven as the breeze erases the footprint in the sand but when that friend does you a great favor it must be written on the rock never to be forgotten".
The friends came out of the desert and their friendship was tested and preserved.
But does this happen in real life? I don't think so. I have seen how many people are publicly acknowledged for the offenses they have taken against a friend but I have never heard those people shout into the wind when they are entertained by that friend.
Many times we act impulsively and do not realize that we should thank our friends for their many ways of showing us their friendship and when the opposite happens and we feel offended we should be able to forget the offense and forgive in order to maintain the good relationship.
At one time I myself did not know how to see the value of some people who offered me their friendship and later when I was offended repeatedly, I no longer felt interested enough to keep the supposed friendship. I decided to break the friendship because I considered that the offenses were becoming more and more frequent and began to overshadow what had been a beautiful friendship.
I think they are two different cases. Feeling that in one opportunity we are offended and we forgive and forget it in honor of the friendship, another case is when the friendship starts to deteriorate and the other person thinks he can offend as many times as he wants because he knows he will be forgiven.
I decided to break with the friendship and I broke with the relationship of years. I preferred it rather than continue to feel that I would be hurt again. I think it was my best decision.
Sometimes we are ungrateful with the people who help us but in other opportunities we have to get rid of a bond that more than friendly seems unhealthy because of the mistreatment to which we are exposed.
Thank you friends for reading and I hope that as always I can read your comments and opinions on this matter.
Not such a common story.
It was already late, after walking through the gardens and getting to where she was, Lisa. I decided to get something to eat. I went to what Lisa had told me was the dining room and there were many small trays with food portions of various styles, Japanese, Chinese, Thai, Arabian, Turkish, Italian, etc, there were also small trays with vegetables. I understood what she meant by no kitchen but I could choose whatever I wanted.
So I did, I chose Chinese food and some Caesar salad. Asian and Latin food, I love it! I took the little trays back to my room along with a container of water.
I went back upstairs to what used to be my room, there I decided to take a bath before dinner and then rest for a while, it was still early and I wanted to watch the sunset somewhere in that leafy place.
I fell asleep eating in the bathtub, everything was so nice... When I woke up it was already darker by the window and I quickly went to change. Then while I was combing my hair I was looking at the pathways again... there she was, walking as if she wouldn't take her feet off the ground.
I ran out to try to catch up with her as she was the only person I could see so far. I went out and followed the path and tried to enjoy the scenery with the last rays penetrating through the thicket of the place. How beautiful everything was!
I still couldn't see it, how far away it was this time, I followed the path, it was unique, there was no way to get lost.
Nearby I could hear the breeze like a distant whisper cutting the sound with the brush of the branches of the trees and when I got to where the path was supposed to be… and she was no longer there. I could see that there was a wide dirt road as if people were used to pass through it and decided to follow it.
And so I walked and walked, and walked some more, and eventually found her sitting on a rock, looking at a stream that ran fast and gracefully as if it wanted to quickly reach the sea, she stared at it and didn't notice that I was so close to her, until I spoke to her. She turned quietly and smiled, I told her I was looking for inspiration to write a fantasy story and without saying anything, she took me by the hand and led me further down the road.
There I could finally see some other people around a campfire and they were talking quietly and animatedly. Lisa and I joined the group who were smiling at me and then they all started holding hands and walking around in little circles on one side and then the other.
I didn't want to be grouchy but I was already getting dizzy and I asked Lisa why that was happening.
But she just told me to "Just do what we do."
…And suddenly a bonfire appeared before my eyes, in the center of it was a woman dressed in white, tied to a mast and she was crying because around her there was only flames and smoke.
I thought it was all an act of magic because of the sudden appearance and went with the flow.
I kept doing what they all did, they kept circling around and saying in chorus....
"We are with you, we are with you..."
Of course I went with the flow to see how far this spectacle would go.
The woman in the center of the bonfire was crying and pretending to be burning and then everything disappeared as it came.
We let go of each other's hands and again everyone started to cover quietly and I was waiting for them to say something, but Liz took me by the hand and led me back to the path.
She told me to follow the path, that *“they”* are waiting for you there.
I followed the same path I had taken to this magical place and arrived back at the entrance of the castle, when I arrived there was a smiling woman who said:
"Hello! Welcome. My name is Lis and I am your hostess. Sorry for being late but I couldn’t communicate… I saw that you went up to your room but I didn't know where you were."
To which I smiling I answered... "Thank you but don't apologize, Lisa already took care of me, really, because of the resemblance with your names I thought she was you".
Lisa looked at me with astonishment and commented that no one could have picked me up, because no one else had arrived until the next day.
To which I answered her surprised, yes, I just left many girls there at the end of the trail by a remote bend near a creek.
Lisa looked at me and went back a little bit and removed a white sheet that covered a portrait that was in the middle of the room, when I discovered it I looked at them, it was them. They were dressed the same, and they were smiling like when I saw them and in the middle was Lis with her same silk suit in the wind and she was staring straight ahead.
And I said.
"…That's them! that's the girls I just saw in the gardens and the one in the center is Lis."
Lisa looked at me and she started to tell me....
"I don't want to scare you but many years ago this castle belonged to a king who had a harem of beautiful girls. They all cared for each other and loved each other but the king fell in love with only one of them, De Lis, she didn’t love him, she only loved the other harem girls and so, the king in his anger had Lis burned in the presence of the other girls as an example so that no one would ever say no to him.
Every now and then some people can see the girls walk through the castle, and they say that if you are able to go even further, you could see the ritual they did to die and get to meet their beloved Lis and left the despicable king alone and mourning his misfortune.”
And this my dear readers is the fantasy story that I came to this place to be inspired but instead of finding a happy story I could participate in a terrible burning ceremony at the stake without knowing it.
Instead of feeling inspired I decided to write this story that I myself witnessed so submissively thinking and believing that it was part of a show.
…And so ends the scariest story I have ever experienced in my life.
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A common story.
I was about to write the most important story of my life... but the thing is that I didn’t know about it yet.
My life changed from then on. I’m a freelance woman, I write my posts for a very distinguished magazine in my city. I am an entrepreneur and a writer of love stories, romance and fiction with a lot of success on my side in this prestigious magazine, but I'm not here to tell you about this, but about the most chilling experience I could have ever lived.
It all happened one day when I was in a strong confrontation with my inner and outer self. I wanted to write about something truly motivating and I couldn't find the stimulus to do so, that's when I decided to get out of my comfortable old armchair to go out of town.
I talked to some friends for guidance on where to go for a weekend to get away from the city and connect with nature.
My friend Jenny recommended me an old castle that in times of low tourist flow gave lodging to people while they were preparing for the high tourist season.
In the meantime I thought about it and saw the pictures she showed me and I was impressed and I decided to head there.
It was only three hours away from my city, early in the morning I picked up what I could to spend two days there and also something from the pantry just in case.
I arrived after entering through an old road that separated from the highway. The whole road was lined with huge, leafy and very green trees, giving the road a tight shade very refreshing, more than my bones could consent.
The truth is that I went into that jungle-like road until I saw in the distance what looked like a column-shaped structure with large windows at the top, on the sides another structure formed with stones interspersed next to each other and all these walls glued each next to three columns that gave the entrance to this beautiful castle.
Everything made me think of The Tale of a Thousand Wonders and there I was, on my way to start a story that would lead me to the "Thousand Wonders".
I parked in the place described in the brochure I was carrying, then I went to the place where I was to meet the housekeeper, Lisa, who would take me to one of the rooms for rent there.
No one met me, but I had all the directions in hand. So I knocked and when I received no answer I went up the stairs until I got to room 444, a room that the brochure told me about.
I went in, everything was neat and tidy. I left my things on the bed and headed towards the windows, two big wide frames with extensive curtains half open, as if waiting for me. The view is great, outside there is a wide range of gardens dominated by subtle pathways that lead God knows where, they are free to the eye until they are lost in the trees and never to be seen again.
I decided to go downstairs to find the amphitheater to introduce myself and then look for the next stop in search of the kitchen area. Yes, around this time I was already hungry, afterwards I would go for a walk on some trail to look for inspiration.
I went down again to the same place and called and got no answer. I decided not to waste time and look for those beautiful paths I saw from the windows and walk a little and there I was, on a beautiful path surrounded by beautiful plants of beautiful colors, the butterflies were not lost from sight and the beautiful trills of the birds did not stop resounding.
Quickly in my mind an idea of a fantasy story in a winged garden was being forged, and who's to say that I didn't receive inspiration from the spirits of distant characters of these beautiful lands, hahaha, it really was a great thought.
I had already been on the same path for a while without leaving it and I was just appreciating the colors, aromas and shapes when I finally saw someone.
What a pleasure, someone more than me in all this mysterious place.
She was sitting at the side of the garden, on a white bench made of old wood, she had a white complexion and loose, soft silk robes that swayed in the gentle breeze. She looked at me and I smiled and waved at her.
She had big brown eyes and a clean, beautiful smile, I felt comfortable, she had her hands up on her neck, trying to cover herself from the chill of the gentle air flowing through the beautiful plants.
I didn't shake her hand so I just greeted her with a slight bow of my head in respect and she did the same. I sat down next to her and introduced myself, at the same time asking her where the people who were supposed to be there to greet the weekend tenants were.
She cocked her head and introduced herself. She pointed the way back as she joined me and told me that she was all the staff I would see while I was there. She apologized for not being at the front desk but she just loved that hallway there next to so much loneliness and yet so many sounds.
She introduced herself as Lisa and I immediately connected her with the person who would be greeting me, who was named Liz in the brochure, before I asked she was already telling me what to expect there.
There was no working kitchen but in the dining area I would find the food I would need according to my needs. I just had to choose and eat, then I was not to worry about the rest.
And so I did, she looked a bit mysterious....
But I must finish now and I hope to continue with this strong mysterious inspiration that has just come to me. I hope you like it.
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A good advice.
Greetings my dear reader friends, I hope you are doing much better today than yesterday, today I bring you a story that I found very sobering and I hope it will be of much benefit to you.
It happened in a town in a far away country in a far away continent, where the elderly are respected for their wisdom. The people of the village, knowing that there was an old man among all the elders and that he possessed the greatest wisdom known to man, went to him often to present their problems.
The wise man spent most of his day attending to the people in a very cordial and helpful way, offering them the best advice according to the problem they had.
He had been doing this for most of his life, something began to disturb him and he realized that many citizens of the town came to his village two or three times a week and always with the same problem.
They would relate the same circumstances of their problems, only they would change places. Wherever they went, the same situation always occurred and the resolution of the problem was always the same, he realized that people did not follow his advice and only went to his village to tell their misfortunes over and over again.
So the wise adult decided to put an end to this situation in the best possible way. When the next day his village was filling up again with the same people as two or three days before, he told them a very funny joke, all the people were laughing so hard that they could not converse, when they calmed down, the wise man went back out and told the joke to everyone again, including those who had already heard the joke and those who were arriving, and so he continued telling the same joke so many times that the people were no longer laughing.
Someone annoyed said to the old man...
"Enough of the same old joke all the time! It’s not even funny anymore".
Then the wise man stood up in the middle of everyone and said…
"How is it possible that you have been able to get tired of laughing at hearing the joke for more than 20 times and yet you haven’t been able to get tired of yelling and crying over the same problem more than 20 times in the whole week."
People realized the meaning of those words and from there on were more careful in consulting their problems with the sage.
This happens with us more than we may realize. We often live complaining about everything, there is always something that bothers us and we do not see beyond our noses. It happens that to the people we have next to our relatives or friends we always go with the same tragic story.
We know what the solution to the problem is but we do not implement it because we prefer to tell the same problem over and over again to the same people.
I think what we are looking for by always repeating the same thing is to drain the sadness and helplessness of not doing anything to solve it, then we look for our friends and family who always listen to us and we tell them the same thing, don't you know what the solution is? Don't you know what the advice is that is repeated over and over again? You do! Of course you do!
If you don't seek to resolve your conflict by not accepting the advice you are given, don't waste your time always on the same thing because in the end everyone will get tired of hearing you and will leave you alone, when they see you coming in one way or another they will tell you that they have something important to do and they won't hear you again.
And it's not because they are bad friends... it's because they are tired of always hearing the same joke.
Change, try to apply the advice, there is always a way to do it and don't lose your friends and family out of boredom and tiredness.
I hope this story has helped you to look inside yourself and check if you are like the villagers who always repeat the same story with their problems, having and knowing what the solution is.
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Are we doing good?
Hello my dear readers of read.cash. Today I am writing to you in the vein of inspirational posts, it happens that my mind is not yet balanced with the narrative creativity of my fable stories or fantasy tragedies.
In order not to waste any more time I decided to listen to some audios in the evenings and take advantage of some that remind me of my own experiences to write them for you here.
This is an ancient fable story, I think it is about the tales of ancient China, but let's think that it is about some character of our environment.
Apparently there was a time when princes and kings ruled the land, so in one of those castles there was a king who loved butterflies very much. All the time he asked his subjects to give him butterflies so that he would feel very happy.
In his castle garden he had some butterflies, but like every king he wanted them to arrive in greater numbers, but the opposite was happening every time. Less and less butterflies were arriving in his garden every day, the king asked his subjects to bring him many butterflies and so did the people.
The king would keep them for a few days and then set them free so that they would return to nature and to his garden spontaneously… which did not happen. After this, the king asked the wise men of the kingdom why this happened, if the butterflies spent a few days in his garden with his flowers and then were released to return and he did not see them multiply. Moreover, there were now fewer butterflies than before.
The king was, instead of cheerful, very sad and always asked what he was doing wrong,
He spent a long time watching how the butterflies were hunting. He went to the houses of the villagers and saw that they kept them in proper cages so that they would arrive safely in the kingdom. He followed them to where they made their cages and noticed that some of the hunters didn’t know how to do it and instead of hunting them they killed them and at the end of the day there was a carpet of butterflies detached from their body parts and dying… They were of no use to nature or as gifts.
That is why day by day the butterfly population instead of increasing was decreasing due to the bad method used, the old man decided to go to the castle to inform his king of the cause of his sadness.
The king listened to him and was pleased. He already knew what he should do according to the suggestion of the village elder.
The king appealed to the people and made a law that instead of hunting them, they should keep them free. As the village elder told him before long the king had followed the old man's advice and began to notice that his garden became much more colorful and butterflies abounded there.
The king was grateful and nature followed its normal course increasing the number of his butterflies without the hand of man interfering with their normal development.
This, my dear friends, made me think of a personal experience I had. One day I was in the grocery store and an elderly gentleman was trying to pay for his purchases but he swiped several cards and none of them had any money on them. So I was moved and I told the cashier to pass his expenses to my card.
What I hadn't noticed was that the man was buying in addition to what I could see he had tobacco and candles, but I saw this after the guy cashed everything.
I immediately got scared because I thought... what if God was preventing him from buying those things? And I in my intention to help was only spiritually persuaded to help that gentleman to continue his vice or in any case to perform works against my God.
I was thinking and in any of the two situations I helped rather to carry out a sin and I did not help at all to the work of God.
What made me think is that sometimes for wanting to do good, for wanting to help someone who has not even asked for it, we commit sins against the work of God. Everyone has to live their experiences, everyone has a path to follow and sometimes God allows us to go through bad experiences so that we can see which is the best way and learn from our mistakes.
Many times our free will leads us to take wrong paths and when we fall we have to clean ourselves of our bad decisions and only God has the power to make you see the things you have done wrong and how to get out of there purifying your life.
Let us think very well when we decide how to help, who to help and when to help. Because if we are doing wrong it is us with our bad decisions that we must purify ourselves of the bad deeds done.
I hope my dear friends that I have been able to illustrate in a good way the fact of how we benefit or not with our works.
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The value of the ring.
Greetings friends readers of the great read.cash family, today as always I bring you an inspiring episode that I was able to read in my moments of detachment from the networks.
It happened one day that a young man overwhelmed by his nefarious thoughts decided to go to the wise man of the village to ask for advice for his life. The young man felt so worthless, he thought he was worthless, that there was no one in the village who appreciated him, at least he didn't feel it from any human being around him.
People just needed him, they came to him to ask for favors but then he received no retribution, not a thank you, not a handshake, as if it meant nothing.
As he walked down the road he was thinking about what he would say to the sage to help him discern about his life.
He arrived at the place, and came to where the lonely old man was. After greeting him politely, he asked permission to enter and sit beside him, to which the old man nodded and then he told the wise man about his misfortune and asked him if he could help him with the problem he had, to which the wise man replied that he could not help him at that moment, but that if he did him a favor before, he could help him later.
The young man felt terrible, the same thing happened to him but he nodded and confirmed he was willing to help. The sage gave him an old ring, of ochre, brown and black color with a stone embedded in it and without shine, he said to the young man...
"Go to the market and take this ring with you, put it up for sale, but only accept it if it is received for a gold coin. If you don't get it come back again with my ring please."
The young man went to the market, stayed there all day and insistently tried to sell it, but when he pointed out that it cost a gold coin everyone laughed at him and left the place.
The young man took the ring and was saddened that he could not sell it, he arrived at the sage's house and told him what had happened.
The sage then replied, go and take the ring to the jewelry store and ask the jeweler to evaluate the ring, but do not sell it at any price.
The young man listened and went to the appointed place, asked the jeweler the favor and waited. After a moment the jeweler with his instruments and magnifying glass in hand told the young man...
"This ring has an approximate value of 40 gold coins, if you want to sell it at this moment I will buy it, but if you leave it for a few days it can cost up to 50 coins".
The young man thanked the jeweler and told him that it was not for sale, he left with the ring and still surprised with the price of this ring arrived at the house of the wise man.
The young man told him what had happened, to which the wise man, taking the ring and putting it back in his hand, replied to the young man....
"Do not look in the wrong place to be valued at your true price. If you go to places where people are used to not valuing things or people, they will never know what it or they are worth.
It is the same with you, never expect others to appreciate your virtues if you are in an inappropriate place with unfair people. You put value to your own life, to your person, you give yourself the importance that you have as a person and do not allow others to be the ones who value you. Don't let others be the ones to tell you how much you are worth and how important you are in life."
The young boy learned his lesson, the sage truly taught him in a practical way how he should be from now on. The sage never wanted to sell his ring, he just knew beforehand that no one in the market would find the ring worthy to be bought, but if he took it to the right place they would know its value.
From now on no one would make him feel worthless and only he knew the great value he had for being a kind, understanding and empathetic young man.
How about you, my reader friend? Are you a person who needs others to praise you or on the contrary you know the great value you have?
God made men in his image and likeness so you cannot be worth little. Your value is incalculable, so much so that he gave his life on the cross for you.
Do you want more proof of your worth than that? Be happy as you are and find your balance in life to be happy.
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The Kenyan boy.
One day I heard the story of a boy from Kenya. He was a young boy of only 12 years of age who belonged to a village where lions were frequently attacking the herds. The villagers feared for their animals and were decimating the cat population, which was also of concern to the authorities.
The young man, interested in solving both without disregarding the lives of his herds or the wild cats, was interested in implementing some resources to act on the problem.
He thought of using fire, made a big bonfire and waited for the results, but this did not stop the lions, the wild beasts kept coming at night and eating his cows.
He also tried using torches and guarding the place but the result was always the same. Until one day he realized that the felines were frightened and ran in panic when they saw the headlights of the cars when they approached.
Then he came up with the idea of patenting a lighting system. He's only 11 years old, so coming up with something would be expensive unless he used his imagination.
So he managed to get ahold of recycled parts that were no longer in use to make his intermittent lighting system, that would allow him to use an effect similar to a car’s headlights shining brightly.
So he did, practiced, executed and finished his lighting system which turned out to be a success. The wild beasts no longer came to his village to eat his flocks and the use of his system was used by others. He also eliminated the problem of the extinction of the felines by the owners of herds that were attacked by these beasts.
This is how this 12 year old teenager became famous as the creator of an efficient lighting system to avoid two major problems in his village.
Genius is everywhere, it can be a child, it can be an adult or an old man. I have heard and read so many stories throughout my years of life of how simple people were able to achieve fame just by getting their ideas into physical form and carried out without many resources, but with results as efficient as any person with the resources to do so.
I think that it can happen to anyone that in a memorable moment of his life he comes up with ideas so important for society. He doesn't care about the risks he takes, he doesn't care about the difficulties he is going through and he only thinks about making his dream come true.
Sometimes the difficulties we may encounter do not mean that we should give up what we are trying to do, but rather that life tests us to see how far we can go with the effort we put into our ideas and plans.
From all this I can conclude that when you have all the difficulties that come your way to achieve a goal you must clearly see your desire to strive for success. If you really want to fight to achieve what you have proposed nothing will stop you and at some point all roads will open their doors so that everything flows as accurately for you.
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The wise man.
Hello my dear friends of reah.cash. Today I feel a little more encouraged to write. It is not that I am depressed or hopeless, I hope you understand it is that the pandemic situation for the first time touches me so close to my heart.
I have prayed for all the covid patients in the world but now I have several family members with the rawness of this scourge and my thoughts most of the day are in prayer and with them.
But I was listening to audios on my phone while caressing my dear Meme and I was captivated by an audio that is the one I come to tell you about today.
It happens that a wise man wanted to give an injury to one of his students and began to tell him a story similar to the following...
There lived a couple of elderly people in a house in a village. There they lived in extreme poverty, they had a house made of sticks of vines, with roofs of sticks and palm trees crisscrossed together. The surroundings of the house had few trees and the garbage of the place accumulated in several places, the people living in that home also looked very bare of belongings. They had faded, torn and wrinkled suits on their bodies.
Their body posture while walking did not give much to say either. They shuffled their feet and walked hunched over even though they were not old enough for their battered bodies to have taken that position, they simply lived sadly and with no desire to do anything.
They had only one possession, a cow. This cow was also skinny and gave them the only sustenance on which they lived, some milk.
In this way the couple dedicated themselves to take care of their cow, they gave her grass which they looked for in the surroundings, they gave her soft massages to her body and watered her for sustenance.
They were very poor but they had their cow and took care of her, but one day something unexpected happened and the cow was attacked by wild beasts and killed, the couple was devastated.
Very sad for the position in which they were left, without the only food that helped them to stay alive, because they knew they were poor but as long as they had their cow they would continue to live.
One fine day and seeing that they had to do something to survive they decided to clean the area around them and prepare the land to sow some seeds. As they were cleaning up they found some seeds that they had stored in all their mess.
They sowed in the soil they prepared and took care of their plants until the harvest came. They were able to eat and decided to go and sell some of their produce from the harvest with their neighbors.
The couple was very happy with the money they were able to make from the sale of the few products they sold. So they went to buy seeds of different vegetables and planted them.
There was so much produce that they harvested them, packed them, made preserves and sold many of them. This gave them a lot of money so they decided to fix the roof and walls of their home and expand and invest in their land.
Little by little they were dressing better and now they walked upright and without shuffling their feet. They were proud of their work and determination to get ahead and they succeeded.
Thus the sage was able to teach his disciple that some people do not risk leaving their situation of material poverty for the simple fact of not leaving their comfort zone. They are terrified of moving from one lifestyle to another.
Life led this couple to do without the only thing that kept their living situation in a precarious condition to have to find a way to live in a better way. It did so by taking away the only thing that kept them attached to their poverty, which was the cow.
By taking it out of their lives they realized that they had incalculable wealth around them and the little life that their comfort zone gave them did not allow them to see beyond it.
The tragedy that for them implied not having their only source of livelihood forced them to look for a better way of life and it happened that they had it before their eyes and an excellent way of living ahead of them.
Sometimes life teaches us in a cruel way to see beyond our noses and it forces us to look at alternative ways of progressing that we would never have seen before if we had not gone through personal tragedy first.
I hope this advice from the wise man will also help us to see beyond our comfort zone.
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Sowing again.
Greetings fellow readers, my apologies because I have not been able to come and read or post so often, but I’m not very focused on work at the moment but on personal things.
So I have dedicated these days to sowing and transplanting, it’s my passion and my best relaxation therapy apart from prayer of course.
I bought some new succulent plants and a cactus. These I have never had so for the first time I found out about them, their care, multiplication and flowering.
Yesterday I transplanted some of them and today I continued with the same, as I had no desire to write stories, tales or stories.
While I was transplanting I decided to photograph my plants and bring them to share with cactus and succulent lovers.
This one you see here is a Sedun Adolphii plant:
It’s a succulent from Mexico, although it is nowadays distributed in several continents.
Its leaves as you can see grow in the form of a rosette, and are elongated and thick. This plant has been cultivated in the shade, hence its long stem and very separate leaves. In addition when we place it in the sun its green color changes a little becoming a little reddish and darker green.
It grows in a bushy form, with erect stem and also depending on its multiplication it can hang from its pot.
I am eager for it to multiply and flower, and that is when I will post about it again.
This is another succulent and its name is Gasteria Pillansii:
This succulent is from South Africa. It has a lot of resemblance to the aloes and in fact has a kinship with them.
This plant forms its leaves one in front of the other and they are arranged in the shape of a tongue. The leaves are thick and fleshy, with green color and white dots.
Soon I will remove the son that is seen approaching the side of the plant. It reproduces abundantly like the Aloes.
And this one you see here is a Mammillaria Wrightii:
This is the first time I have obtained this species. I saw the mother plant from which this one grew and it behaves in the same way as mammillarias in general with abundant offspring around it.
It is a very prickly cactus but it can be taken by hand with care. The flower on the mother plant is a soft red color and I expect my plant to be full of its beautiful small flowers very soon.
I also planted and transplanted my Graptopétallum and Graptoverias. These are the oldest in my garden, I hope one day to get my flowers from them. Because after so many years they still do not bloom for the first time.
I bought a plant that I don't know the name of yet. I saw the mother plant she came from and liked her for the starry green flowers she had.
I looked it up in my plant identifier and could not find the name of it, so I am still looking. It must be an exotic plant, it looks like a carnivorous plant because of the shape of the flower, but don't worry, it is not. It will not eat anyone.
My dear friends this is all I brought today for my work with my plants. A hug and love to all of you.
Some sad stories to tell.
I feel tired. There are too many things to bear in body and soul. Today I have come to write things that weigh on my soul. I have not been able to write with much concentration, first of all my cat Meme, when he looks at me standing in front of my laptop he arrives unexpectedly. He wants to climb on the table where I rest my laptop and it's a fight with him to stop him from trying. He is spoiled, spoiled by me.
I have had no patients this week and thank God who knows what he does because my body has been going through colon problems, which is not atypical for me, but it has happened twice this week and these pictures of colonic inflammation leave me feeling very low.
On another point of my dilemmas, my son has been under the stress of thesis submission and also has to stay at work. For those of you who have had to present their own thesis you will understand how he is felling right now and how I feel in response as a mother.
He has had to spend hours of late nights and early mornings writing page after page of his presentation, while I'm up and down worrying about him getting a few hours rest before he starts work. I went through that but I did it alone. I was in another state away from my family and I had to organize myself to do the best I could. I am here today for my son and I help him as much as I can.
But he is already exhausted. Last night were already his last pages and he already handed in the thesis at 3am, now he has to wait for the approval of the jury to continue with the next step in his plan.
My cats are misbehaving. Copito was seriously ill two months ago and thanks to the care we gave him at home he is doing very well now, but my son and I don't want him to go out at night because he will come back beaten again. We are thinking of taking him to the vet this week to have both cats neutered… then we will allow him to go outside again.
In the meantime my Copito can't stand the confinement and at night and he meows too much. He pushes the door of my room and cries as loud as he can to get me to open the door so he can go outside… Believe me, at 4 am this repeated sound for over a week is exhausting. I usually go to bed late at night, 12pm to 1am and it’s wearing out my body's stamina. Last night it was very bad behavior.
On the other hand I am doing prayer for my friends with covid. A very special friend is in Spain since the situation in my country became difficult she came. She is an asthmatic, she is a doctor and was active in taking care of covid patients.
She has tested positive and in her case with a history of bronchial asthma she is in bad condition in the ICU of a hospital in Spain.
It’s difficult to communicate to another country to find out with colleagues about my friend's situation, but I have already received information about her condition and she is still unconscious in therapy.
Also the parents of another doctor colleague are infected, they are older adults with covid and are being attended virtually at home by specialists in pneumolnology.
There are also other friends here on the platform and elsewhere who are also in my prayers. This is what I can offer, my spiritual help with the power of the word in prayer.
Also to my sorrow it is the birthday of my beloved younger brother who passed away 9 years ago, God rest his soul, Amen.
Thinking about death which is one more step or better to say it is the last step of all of us who are still alive makes me a little nostalgic. God is the Creator and God is the one who decides.
To give thanks for the years of life he has given me. For all the trials he has allowed me to go through and for all the prayers, in my prayers for everyone and everything that according to my requests he has allowed to happen.
Thank you friends for your usual reading I love you all. Please I ask all of you who make it to the end of this reading to ask and say a prayer in your comments in honor of those who have passed away from covid and for the speedy recovery of those who are going through the symptoms of this scourge today. Thank you all for this great favor. God bless you all.
A different day
Greetings my read.cash friends. I usually transplant on Friday afternoons but today due to circumstances beyond my control the inevitable happened when you live around individuals who enjoy taking the work of others, they enjoy it as a great deed done.
These individuals removed the cactus display cabinet from the public and somehow pushed it all the way from three feet away to the grilled door of my small garage.
They removed more than half of the plants and then I had to transplant again. I can't look bad with the customers who come to my garage to buy the species I reproduce.
Today I will transplant this species, it's the Hawhortia Limifolia of common name crocodile skin. It's because of its texture that is thick and embossed, when you touch the leaf you can see how rigid it is, I have two daughter plants and three leaves of which the reproduction is later, but I have to do it 'because they did not let me but the mother plant.
I also have this Huernia to which I will transplant two of the branches that I was able to cut. Later I will take out two more and I will plant them in the course of the afternoon.
This is a cylindrical opuntia, they didn't leave me a single one either, thank goodness the mother plant is at home and now I was able to transplant two.
Transplanting branches from one of my Kalanchoes the Laxiflora, I like the color they have around the leaves and have placed them in the sun to bring out the colors and make them more intense with exposure to the sun's rays.
I was also able to transplant my Graptopétalum now I have to figure out what I will do with my little plants. There is a boom for the sale of cantus and succulents and but I am thinking that I will keep my collection and get out of the sale.
It's a lot of temptation for the unwanted friends so I'll decide to sell and just keep the ones I already have.
My Triangular Oxalis are very happy today, they woke up with lots of color to give away and these are their flowers.
The vicarias are also in full bloom, perhaps they are trying to brighten up the garden after they felt that someone had removed most of their companions during the night.
Switching from flowers I now turn to my beloved felines. My meme arrived in the morning very tired, as soon as I got up he came in and didn't even wait for me to make the bed. He got under my blankets and there he fell asleep for a long time.
Meanwhile, in my son's study room, Copito was pretending to be strong but with a tired face that would not go away. It turns out that last night he meowed a lot near the door of my room. I don't know what he meant but I put some catfood on his plate and went back to bed, waking up at 4am to cat meowing is not pleasant.
My son told me that he also woke up after me, and put water for them. The truth is that I didn't hear the meowing again... But while they are now peacefully asleep, I am the one who is awake and very sleepy.
For now, this is what I bring you today and I hope you like it. Thanks to all my commenters and followers. I appreciate your excellent comments.
Celebrating the last generation.
Greetings dear reader friends. Today I listened to an audio that a friend of mine sent me, there the speaker was congratulating the 60's generation. He affirmed and I smiled as I listened that we are the last generation of those of us who grew up without technology. There were no cell phones when we were kids, there was no color TV either.
I remember watching a show in the afternoons after homework called El Zorro. It was in black and white, and what a great show it was every afternoon. I loved it, that Zorro was not only the hero of Baja California, he was also mine. I loved Diego De la Vega, such a hero, so gentle.
But over the years I saw the technology change from black and white to color, I couldn't believe it.
We were the generation of respect for our elders. We respected our teachers, what they told us was all true. Compliments, congratulations, punishments. The notes to the representatives to warn us about our behavior was a psychological terror for me, that meant a huge upset for my father and a beating for me.
We didn't respond to our elders in the street, when they asked us for a favor, we were happy to do it. Picking something up off the floor, helping with a heavy bag, taking something by the arm to go down a step. We did it with affection.
He also added that we were the generation of values. Good morning, good afternoon, good evening, good night, thank you and how are you? They were obligatory greetings in every arrival to a place, stay or farewell to a place. It didn’t matter how many people were in the place or if they answered or not, it was the obligation of the one who arrived to repeat those words.
We are the generation that participated in family games because there were no tablest, cell phones, or online games. So we had board games and we had a lot of fun with a game of Chinese checkers, with some Spanish cards, with some ping pong, with some marbles and kites.
We were the ones who played in the street with our friends the neighbors and when we got thirsty we asked for water to the one who watered the plants with his hose. There one by one we would hit the spout of the hose and there was no need to worry because nobody got sick for doing that, neither for sticking their mouth to the hose nozzle nor for drinking the water directly from it.
Nor did we dress in ripped pants because that meant we were among the poorest and who would have thought that today ripped pants are the most expensive brand.
We were of the generation that, although many of us didn’t go to school or university, we were taught with the honesty of the elders, of the ability to work in the trades of the elders. That when we were on a bus and saw an elderly person arrive we immediately give them our seat with a smile and the corresponding of the elderly person along with their "God bless you."
In those days the boys would throw the compliments and knew how to romance. It didn't matter that they didn't have money but just having a lot of the right words to reach a girl's heart was enough. It was not essential to have the latest car of the season to seduce.
So the speaker made a toast to us, the last generation that came late to the internet applications, that learned late the advanced technology, that the computer buttons became so heavy, but that we learned. We are moving forward but we are already coming to our end.
I salute and toast to all the readers of this platform that technology came to us late but we are at a certain level, not as advanced as the younger ones but we did the corresponding follow-up.
I salute all those who, like me, are over 50 years old, who are over 55 years old and who thank God because we are about to be over 60 years old.
A hug to all my friends, readers and sponsors of my posts as well as to my new sponsor @Peter-Molnar
Let nothing stop you from being happy.
Sometimes things happen in life, things that we don’t really understand how or why why they happen. Not that we should accept the facts as they come, but things in life are not as important as life itself.
Nothing is so important that it can take us out of peace of mind. Nothing is as important as being alive! When we understand that being alive means that there is an opportunity to move forward then we understand that life does matter and it is not the circumstantial that matters.
Let's be grateful and sensible. I was listening today to a motivational speaker from my country, he made it clear that there are people who keep saying that life is short and he simply contradicts by saying "short for what".
Are you trying to do something in your life that is significant enough to say that life or your life is short?
He points out that life is not short, that life is perfect and that day by day we must improve ourselves to try to make the most of our life every day.
Do not wait until tomorrow to start living. We have to live day by day as if we already got what we want and forget about living for tomorrow, let's live for today. No matter what happens to us, because nothing is so important that you can't live for today.
Look, we will all die, some go first, then we go. We don't know when but we will, we all have our crosses, that is, we all have problems that we want to solve, but there are short term and long term resolutions.
Accepting the resolutions of the problems with the time that is stipulated for the solution and not allowing ourselves to stop living while we wait for it. Let's be happy, let's celebrate life, the one we have, with the special beings that life has given us, let us celebrate the thought that we shared with our loved ones while we kept them with us in life.
Let us not dwell on the pain, life is not short, only life is for living, don't let life be for suffering, for crying, for staying in the past, for living in eternal mourning, for mourning our frustrations.
Go meet with healthy people who love life. Enjoy a day at the beach, a walk in the park, a pleasant conversation over a cup of coffee, tea or chocolate, join the pleasure of enjoying a moment of laughter, stories, jokes, anecdotes.
That fills you with vitality to keep going and not to let nostalgia and the inconveniences of everyday life keep you from enjoying yourself.
When I don't have a visit from a friend, I try to visit a friend. When I can't go out in search of a friend I have my son who as soon as he finishes his work is ready to spend some quality time chatting with his old mother.
Wow, that's what life is all about, little moments of health, of laughter, of pleasant memories. Not allowing the situation you are living in at the moment to take away the pleasure of moving forward depends only on you and not on your circumstances, not on life.
Thanks to all my dear readers, I apologize for not stopping by to read your posts and leave aside the sponsorships at the present time it is difficult for me to keep up with the usual pace. As soon as my particular circumstances normalize I will be very happy to continue thanking you for your presence in my life. A big hug to everyone.
My afternoons of aromas.
In the day there is always a moment where thoughts soften, where we are in a kind of pause and want to kind of sit and look inside ourselves.
I have my living room where I like to sit in my rocking chair and chat with a friend who has come home. I have had my rocking chair since I was young, my mother had a wicker set and she liked to sit in the chair with a headboard and I loved my rocking chair. Even for studying I always looked for the rocking chair.
Over the years my siblings and I had our favorite chairs and I always ended up loving my rocking chair, over the years I bought a rocking chair for a sister-in-law but she never received it. My brother said they didn't have room for another piece of furniture in their house, so I had to keep the rocking chair.
My mother eventually gave me one of the rocking chairs when I went to my university and he passed away when I finished my university studies.
The rocking chairs were at home and when my father died I fixed them up and kept them.
I bought another wicker rocking chair and now I have three rocking chairs at home. One in my living room, one in the living room inside the house and one in the kitchen.
Wherever they are at home if I feel like sitting down I reach for my rocking chairs.
But in the afternoons as I was telling you it is my time for green tea, flavored coffee or hot chocolate. It all depends on my guest, I usually ask them what drink they would like and then I prepare it and we sit here in my little space, breathing in the smell of my plants. Surrounded entirely by Ferns, Anthurium, Caladium, Oxalis Triangularis Clover, terrestrial Orchid like Spathoglottis Plicata and the ground sown plants that give me scent to the garden, fig tree and aromatic plants in pots outside in the garden.
This scent is so appreciated. Everyone who comes in just says they can't appreciate the dominant scent and so it is, because the scent of mint is mixed with the basil, rosemary, saint mary, citronella and they all make a natural air freshener very much appreciated in my mornings and in my evenings of sharing.
It's so nice to share a moment of conversation, but in these times we have to take care of ourselves. We are not safe yet, the Omicron strain has arrived in my city and it is acting quickly, but there are many people who think that there is a lot of manipulation by the government and that such a disease is a lie.
I think that here it is not considered as important as in other countries and the hospitals are so under-served that I have heard of cases of people who have been sent back from the health center because they are suspected of having covid and the doctors there do not have the resources.
At least this was the case of my brother personally, and I have heard of many others.
But the fact is that we must continue to take care of ourselves until the variants decrease in aggressiveness and we can go out with less restrictive measures.
In the meantime I am still in my living room with a friend. Enjoying a tasty drink and a pleasant conversation in the middle of a tropical jungle scented environment.
Thanks to all of you my continuous readers and sponsors. I apologize because I have been interacting very little with you due to personal technical problems.
As soon as my normality is restored I will continue with all of you in your publications and giving my usual support.
My favorite coffee takes me back in time.
We were a group of lively girls, I knew my dear friend Mavi, more than a friend, she was my sister because we were related for so many years. Then there was my dear colleague who did not recognize me because I was very young when I arrived at the hospital and she was the head of the pediatric service and someone I was introduced to in those earlier weeks was my dear Dulce, she had been an accountant and was now simply retired.
I met them at my church, we had a Bible study course that was taught by a pretty little sister from *Las Pastorcitas* congregation. She was called Maria and had this gift of transmitting the word of the Lord with so much passion that at the end of the class we all wanted a little more, but she was a busy sister.
Then things started to get bad in my country and Sister Maria was asked to come back to the country where she came from, she started to pick up all the older sisters and left the younger ones, but it was never the same again.
Then the priest of the church took over the class and he continued the course for the whole year.
We met every Friday at 3pm. My colleague Mirna would pick me up, we would pick up my dear sister Mavi and go to Dulce's house, there we had the most spiritually nourishing meetings. We had to do the homework that Father left us, and the rest was to do the rosary and follow with a very good cup of coffee.
We all brought things to share. Cookies, jams, vegetable creams and other things, but the best thing was the delicious coffee with milk.
When I was young I learned to make coffee the way a friend taught me in a village in the Andes Mountains.
I put the water to boil with a stick of cinnamon and some cloves and then when the water boils I add the coffee powder, when the coffee’s finished, I pass it through a strainer to remove the remainder of the powder. I put it in the blender with some milk and a spoonful of cocoa.
It’s my best coffee, delicious, aromatic, addictive, relaxing. My group of friends and my best coffee.
I loved my Friday afternoons until the pandemic hit and it was all over.
No more live course, no more meeting with my friends, one of them left for Europe and now I'm still drinking my coffee but alone at home, hoping that someday we will meet again. To share again my tasty coffee flavored with spices and flavored with cocoa from my land.
Times are changing, we have to enjoy the time we are living, even if we are now under this test, we have to move forward.
Mia friends and I are physically separated, but we are in contact through the networks and with our prayers, we’ll have to continue to take care of each other but we will be back in groups as before.
Only my group will be different now, my friend Dulce went to live in Spain with her daughter. She is not going back to Venezuela anymore. She only has two children, her oldest son who is in Japan and her youngest daughter with whom she moved. Maybe this confinement was the best thing for her because now she will be with a relative.
My friend Mirna just went through Covid. She is a doctor and so is her husband, he’s still active and a patient he treated was an asymptomatic carrier and ended up infecting him.
They are older people, but he is a retired doctor from the Venezuelan oil company and the epidemiologists immediately responded to his call. They all tested positive.
They were treated quickly and efficiently. They are all well now.
My sister Mavi is expecting a second grandchild, the first grandchild takes all her time to take care of and now she will have a second grandchild and I don't know how she will deal with that.
The truth is that the pleasant times of my Friday afternoons will never come back… At least with my group of friends.
Now I have my good coffee with my son, on occasions when we want to share a while. We make it and sit down to talk and enjoy.
Thanks my friends, for stopping by to read and thanks to all my new and continuing sponsors.
We are not weird, we are just different.
We have different ways of looking at life, the perception we have of the events that happen have to do with our own way of being.
It’s wrongly said that we are all the same. Yes, I agree that structurally we are all the same, we have been conceived in the image and likeness of our creator.
But what changes is our brain, even anatomically it has been seen that the brains, apart from having two hemispheres, have similar trunks and blood vessels. In other words, the histology and complex anatomy of the brain is very similar in most humans, but pathologists have discovered significant differences in specific areas of the brain.
They have performed studies on the brains of serial murderers, geniuses, people with functional or motor limitations and have found many differences.
Each part of the locomotor function of the human being has an area of localization in the brain. Therefore artists, geniuses, manual or intellectual workers have an area that can be seen through specific studies in the brain more developed in some than in others.
I have only explained this to make a parenthesis in what I want to say in my post today. We are all different in the way we appreciate the subjects we can observe to give our opinion.
Everyone has their own interpretive way of interpreting ordinary actions, it's not that others are smarter, more creative, more original or any other quality we can point to. It’s that our brain processes the information received according to our specifically developed brain capacity.
Yesterday listening to an audio I heard that a person was doing a survey about children's opinion on some aspects that the surveyor wanted to know.
He thought he would show the children a banana for them to identify, then ask them to eat it, he thought the children would tell him that it was a picture and they couldn't eat it and then he would finish the survey with the two children's opinions and he said to himself, *"I've got it figured out"*.
On the day of the survey he asked the children, showing them the drawing....
*"Do you know what this is?"* and they said... *“Yep.”*
*“What name does this go by?”* They said... *“Banana.”*
The interviewer told them... *"Well then, eat it."*
And the children began to gesticulate that they were eating it, making movements with their little hands and with their mouths, putting the banana in their mouths.
It’s then that the interviewer thought, “It's not that they don't know how to answer, it's that they have a very different perception of the answers than I thought.”
Children generally use their imagination and creativity to express their opinions.
The man ended his interview and said that he learned a lesson from the children.
As we grow older and get more ideas about various topics, our mind will create different ways of coping with life.
The culture of the people, the fact that studying opens the doors to other worlds of infinite knowledge also opens the doors to a world of possibilities to face the dilemmas that arise in life.
According to our perception of life will be our answers to the world. Hence, we should not take for granted a response different from our own to any behavior that is not explained by the other person in question.
We are not strange, we are different in the way we are. Our brain certifies it.
Thanks to all my continued commenters, and a special thanks to the new sponsors along with those who have renewed their sponsorship.
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Blessed are we all.
It’s my first post of the year 2022 and it is a pleasure to know that I am in the read.cash community with all of you.
I have read many posts today and almost all of them are thanking for the past and promising to improve for this year. I think it is good that from the beginning we set goals to achieve.
On this platform we have all been learning something from each other. That's the best thing about reading other people's posts. There is always something to learn and I am grateful to all of you for allowing me to enter your posts and leave my comments that were well received by all of you.
I have always thought that to emerge in a place the important thing is to have passion for what you do. When there is no passion we have no guide and we are like a ship adrift, I have never considered myself as a writer but I know perfectly well that I am a content creator.
Most of the time when I get to my laptop I don't know what I'll encounter on the way, but as my fingers glide across the keyboard my mind flies like an eagle in the sky, it knows no bounds. It flies and picks up everything I have inside and brings it out and that is when I capture it in these pages.
One of the things that attracted me all my life was writing. I wrote songs, poems, stories, tales, when I was a teenager and I thought that someday I would publish everything I wrote.
It happened that in one of the moves I made in my student life someone stole my diary where I had everything I had written and I lost it.
After that I didn't feel like writing again until I got to Steemit, from there I went to Hive and finally I was invited by a friend to join read.cash and then I was invited to join noice.cash. In the latter I activated but eroneously I thought it was to form groups of friends and not to find many subscribers and I was penalized for a few months.
But then I came back and everything had changed… So back to making subscriber friends and not friends in circles.
But the idea of what I mean is that little by little I dabbled more and more in content creation. So sometimes I think of writing homicide cases, or children's stories, or adult stories or stories of my travels around my country.
But what I like to write about the most is the motivational part. I can't tell you how much satisfaction it gives me to let everyone know what I have learned in my long but short life.
Gratitude and forgiveness are the parts I like to share the most. Also what I learned about death and grief, about optimism no matter if I am labeled as an unhealthy extreme optimist or any other label that has nothing to do with my best way of life.
I enjoy living the life I have. I don't care about the obstacles because they don't define me. I decide when I stop, when I think enough is enough and when I should change course.
I have obtained with a lot of effort throughout my life everything I have achieved. That I lost a lot? Yes, that has also happened to me. That the bad economic situation that my country lives today did not allow me to continue having a very good quality of life. Yes, that happened, but that did not mark my life, it did not bring me down, it did not put limits to my efforts.
Today I am here on this platform to wish all those who are starting out that if they put effort into the content they decide to create, they will be rewarded in the long run. That will be the reward for your effort.
Don't be afraid to give, no matter how much money you need, don't take it all for yourself. Because you know something, as you share with others you will receive more of what you are sharing.
Because that is how life works with karma, with the law of attraction or as I think, I am a Christian, God loves a cheerful giver.
Don't keep everything and share, give something to the post you read. There is nothing nicer than to see that you gave me a penny of your earnings to value my post.
By acting this way you will receive more than you ever thought. Not just from one of the users but from everyone who sees how you act.
Be grateful, share, don't be selfish and give yourself time to share with others.
When you realize it you will be such a successful content creator that you won't even believe it yourself and you will write about it someday.
Thanks to all my commenters and sponsors, Godspeed to all of us in this new year. I love you all.
Special thanks.
This is my last post of the year and I want to dedicate it to thank everyone who has accompanied me in this wonderful world of free writing. In one way or another in one year I have met many people from different regions and cultures, this has contributed to my personal enrichment and to my culture.
In fact I am very grateful because I have more than 40 sponsors and did more than 10 sponsorships, many thanks to all of you for letting me be your sponsor and to all of you who have given me your sponsorship. This is a world of giving but also of receiving.
I thank God that I have been in social isolation for two years now and I continually see His grace, I have seen how many loved ones, colleagues, friends and neighbors have lost the battle against this terrible scourge.
I am very grateful because today I have been able to organize my medical office and I am working in the mornings as God commands. Always taking precautions and asking God to keep me away from all evil. I have given all my best to give a good service, may the patients get from me more of what they have come for.
I am also thankful that my son has gotten his job online and it is something that requires discipline and dedication and he is showing me for the first time that he will be a great professional in terms of responsibility.
I am grateful because he is organizing his thesis that he will present in mid-January, after that he has only 4 months left to finish his university career as a computer engineer.
I am grateful to God because in spite of the many sacrifices that these times require, I have been able to get ahead and I have also been able to do my bit to help others. I won’t mention all the things I do because I firmly believe that my left hand should not know what my right hand does when it comes to giving benefits to someone.
But I am satisfied for what God has allowed me to do for a few for his honor.
I am thankful that although many of my family members are far away, wherever they are today, they are in the care of God's grace. May the heavenly Father continue to watch over them.
I am very thankful because I have been in the platforms where I am and I have contributed even a little bit to move forward with all of them. The one I am most dedicated to is read.cash and I am also thankful to all those who dedicate themselves to strengthen all the users who like me find in this platform our best way of life.
Thanks to the creator of this platform, Simon and our dear bot.
Thanks to God for giving me all the passions I am dedicated to and that has allowed me to live in peace during all the time I have been in isolation with my son.
I am thankful for my plants that for all the love they receive from me have given me so many of their fruits, flowers, colors, aromas, vegetables, fruits, etc.
I am grateful for my life, and for all of you my regular users of my posts for all your support and for staying with me through all of this, know that you are in my life and in my heart.
To each and every one of you who read me thank you and I wish you for this new year 2022 that you have a lot of health so that with your efforts you can get what your hearts long for.
HAPPY NEW YEAR 2022 TO ALL OF YOU!
Some random thoughts.
Yesterday I was listening to an audio where someone who defines himself as a successful man was in front of an audience. He was explaining how to have such a bearing that leads to success.
One of the things he pointed out is to be optimistic, he says that being an optimist is more difficult to achieve than being a pessimist.
I agree with that position he holds. I personally remained a pessimist for some years. I used to say that it is better to be negative in order for things to go well and no, it's not like that.
What this gentleman said yesterday in the audio is true. Optimism is cultivated, it's a continuous learning process, because we try to be optimistic and things go wrong. It is then that our behavior changes to the negative form and our energies fall and we become pessimistic.
That is the detail that optimism is cultivated, the worse things go, the better we have to bring out the best in ourselves. Bringing positive thinking to our mind, how do we do it? Immediately, always think that behind the unpredictable and negative situation that happened there is a positive event that will come.
We must open our mind to receive optimism. Do not let the negative event take away the positive thinking, and so we must persevere.
That is the exercise to follow so that positive thinking always stays with us and remember that the negative is always easier to achieve, the positive is the difficult one.
Let it flow when the negative comes again and again. We have to let it run its course. It's not that we stand idly by, no, I didn't say that, it's to try not to let despair invade us in the face of so many negative events and not allow us to continue cultivating positivism.
Let me tell you that I personally found it very difficult. When I heard that man talking, I used to say that was me a few years ago, everything went wrong and I went from being positive to being negative and I could not get out of there... Until I started again.
Why am I complaining? Am I going to solve anything by complaining? No, I go deeper into pessimism when I repeat over and over again my complaint, so I stopped complaining.
I don't complain anymore, I still keep my positive thinking. Let me tell you what happened to me these days.
My son and I were on our way to a place to buy an appliance. It was already late, we left later than usual because of some interference. We took a bus and we were already going around the urbanization where we live, when suddenly my son said to me... *"Mom, did you bring the card we're going to pay with?"* I looked at him and said... *"If you didn't take it from the table, I didn't either".*
We looked at each other's faces and got off the transport, we couldn't do anything without the card that has the money to pay.
My son says to me *"Mom are you upset about this thing we did?"* and I replied that it wasn't worth getting upset about. We both forgot to take the card we always take from the table when we leave the house, but that wouldn't make me upset because things always happen for a reason, that's what I told my son.
And he just told me that if that happens to him he would have just been upset with himself. But I told him again *"You have to change this fatalistic mentality to positive thoughts, neither of us wanted that to happen, we would both get off the bus and walk home to get the card and take the transport again."*
We did, got the card, got back on a different bus and went where we were supposed to go.
It should be said that we couldn't get anything we went to buy, but we didn't know that was going to happen, and we couldn't know unless we got to the place. Another day we would have to go to another area and see if we could get the product we were looking for.
I can tell you that this fact did not bother me at all. I got used to cultivate positive thinking. Am I extreme with my good thoughts? That doesn't bother me either, but since I have made the choice to be happy, to not get upset so easily, to remain optimistic, my life has taken a different direction.
I have thoughts of all kinds because I am a human being, I don't allow the negative ones to absorb me and run my life, that is my current reality.
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A special moment.
One of the greatest pleasures I currently have is gardening and today I am going to tell you about my Turmeric plant.
This is my turmeric plant, I planted it in December last year, back then I didn’t plant something this big. Instead, I planted it’s rhizome which is a piece of the root of it. It went several months without germinating and I thought I had done it wrong, since none of the rhizomes I planted had made the germination process.
I had four black bags with four rhizomes and none of them came up, but suddenly in March and April they all started to sprout. They made beautiful seedlings, one of them went into my pot and the rest went for sale.
It takes eight months for the plant to complete its cycle, by November my beautiful plant gave me its bouquet of flowers. These are the flowers of the plant, they are beautiful and stay on the plant for over a month and then disappear. That is what gives me the consent to remove the rhizomes.
For harvest time is for me such a special moment, because I have to remove the whole plant from the ground to extract the bunch of its rhizome and the surprise is because I don't know how much harvest I will have until I dig everything up.
But it has been a good harvest. Look at the amount of rhizome I got! This is a gratifying thing. After cutting the plant to separate it from the stem and rhizome, washing and cleaning it, this is what is left of the process.
Now I share it, some of the product passes into the hands of two people who also enjoy this delicious root in their meals and it’s then that I process it so that it stays with me all year long.
I chop it into very small pieces. I put it in the blender with a little oil and the juice of a lemon and it all comes out as a very thick paste.
And then it goes into several glass containers that I have previously boiled for its conservation and I put it in the freezer. There it spends the whole year until December when the process is repeated.
Every time we cook meat, chicken, fish or rice at home, we add a little turmeric. The meals have a very striking color and the flavor is very special.
I started using turmeric more than 8 years ago. When I was reading about plants that are beneficial for the colon I came across the wonders of this rhizome.
Apart from the fact that it must be used together with black pepper for the union in the organism to have a healing effect, the rhizome has no other indication of alliance to be useful.
The effects of the rhizome are many, it is regenerative of the cells of the organism, it is anti-tumor replication, suitable for cerebral oxygenation, for blindness, for Alzheimer's, for arthrosis and arthritis, for neuronal activity, and acts as a restorative in other pathologies.
That is why more and more people are using it. If you do not know it, I invite you to do it and sow it, so that later you can enjoy its fruits.
Of course you can also get it in the market if your case is that you can’t or do not like to sow.
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All pictures are taken with my Redmi note 9 phone.
Living under the complaint.
Yesterday I was reading a post in one of the pages I usually read and I found a phrase that seemed to me very much in line with my thoughts.
And it said something like, if your problem has no solution then why are you complaining? But if your problem has a solution then why complain in the first place?
It’s a habit of the individual to our own nonconformity, we always have to say things with a tone of contempt when things do not go as we want, if we have the solution to some conflicts we also delight in uttering derogatory words.
It’s difficult to find people who are going through difficult situations and who understand that it has already happened and that now they should use their energies to channel future situations to their advantage and not to stay in the destructive process of thinking about what would have been, what could have been, why me, and other questions that do not help them to channel a better use of their constructive thinking.
In these days I have read many posts of the tribulations of the Filipinos after the storm that destroyed much of their property.
They are a warrior people who have learned to be resilient, they are used to suffer the onslaughts of these forces of nature but always with the positive thought that they will be able to get out of any negative circsntance that greets them today. As long as they are complete in their family group they are thinking about the struggle to move forward.
I don't know how they do it. I don't know how they can live in a place that will always be a hurricane shelter, but they do it with dignity and always with the thought of struggle that characterizes them. I wish that many people could adopt this behavior and not remain submerged in negative thinking that does not help at all.
Living under the complaint without seeking solutions only trying to get the attention of others is what makes the individual a person with no future, or with an uncertain future. A person who puts his life or current situation in the hands of others and not in his own hands. Who does not take the tools he/she needs to make decisions according to his/her problem?
If there is no solution to your problem, why are you complaining? No matter what your problem is, find a way out of it, and you will. Look for other ways to alleviate your burden and discard the problem with another path to take.
If your problem is solvable, what are you complaining about? Just go ahead, struggling to get out of it and little by little you will succeed.
The weapons to achieve tranquility in our lives are in our mind and from there we pass them to our hands and from there to shape it in life, in our life. It’s our decision.
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Love can do anything.
Greetings my dear reader friends, today I bring you the second part of Harry and Melisa's story, I hope you like it.
Days went by and Harry felt more in love with Melissa every day, now it was no longer the walks in the park, now their walks were more intimate. They would go to a motel along the way and there they would spend hours showing their love and having fun in each other's company.
Mart found the behavior of his friend very strange, he hardly ever went to the office, he hadn't seen him for weeks and when he did see him he was always very disheveled. Not at all pleasant in his opinion.
One morning when Mart went to breakfast at the nearby café he ran into Melissa but now she was in Harry's company. The two of them at a table, Mart noticed this strangely, until Harry who had his back to the door got up from his chair and kissed his Melissa goodbye.
As he heads for the door he notices Mart who is confused and then he understands the situation. Mart then says to Harry...
*"This is why I don't see you in the office now? What's wrong with you? How do you meet with a woman like that?"*
To which Harry replies....
*"I'm in love Mart, I hope you understand. I've never met a woman like this before"*
And so they went on their way arguing.
When Mart arrived at the office, he went to Harry's father and told him what had happened.
Harry's father summons him, intent on having a long conversation with his son. He asks him if what he just heard is true, that his son was datin a simple waitress.
Harry doesn't deny it. He tells his father that she is all he has ever wanted to find in life as his life partner.
Harry's father scolded, his face red with rage, telling him that if he decided to continue with the relationship with this woman, he would terminate their relationship as father and son and that he should not expect any inheritance from him either. But Harry accepted the challenge and the man's office without another word, leaving his father angry and shocked.
Harry went to meet his beloved to tell her the whole situation. In the afternoon they met and Harry began to tell Melissa everything he had been hiding and at the same time he told her that he would fight for their love if she accepted him as her husband.
Melissa, far from being upset, smiles and hugs him. She also keeps a secret, she tells him that she has just come from the doctor and has told him that her discomfort is thanks to a baby that is on the way, their own child. To which Harry hugs her and promises that nothing will be lacking for their family.
Then Melissa, in an embrace, tells Harry that they were going to meet her parents, since she really wanted him to meet them.
They took the train and then continued on a ferry until it left them on an island. All surrounded by beautiful trees and thick ornamental beauty all over the properties they passed by, Harry asks her where she is taking him and this time Melissa tells him the truth.
*"I didn't tell you the truth either, my parents are not poor, they own this property. I asked them for permission to make a lie of the life I was leading because I wanted to find the love of someone who didn't have any interest in my money... I am a partner with my parents and I have a lot of money. My father is anxious to meet you and will give you a job in his company so we can live in peace."*
Harry, although stunned thanks to the fact that both made a lie just to know true love, never imagined that life would make this radical change, but he happily accepted.
They got married, had their beautiful baby girl and Harry was working like the good businessman he was and doing very well.
And one fine day he took his baby to meet her grandparents, taking Melissa with him.
Harry's parents recognized their mistake, the granddaughter filled their hearts with her sweetness and they learned Melisa's story.
Harry's father apologized to his son for his wrongdoing and invited him to return to the company, but Harry decided to continue with Melisa's parents, all the hwile having a good relationship with his parents.
Everything ended for good and love overcame their barriers.
This story is not entirely of my inspiration, I listened to an audio and liked the story within, so I fixed it up and was inspired to make another, similar, story.
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