Feline adventures
Greetings to all my reader friends, today I want to tell you about my cats. Many of you my followers know that I have two cats at home, one is going on 9 years old and is very old but very sexually active and the other is an almost 18 month old cat and is very crazy with his cat hormones.
My Copito has fought many battles where I have not known who the winning cat is but what I do know is my cat has come back month after month with less fur, less nails and less teeth. The last fight he had almost killed him.
He came home after 5 days lost and arrived with only a few movements of his body, a meow that not even a baby could make, with his face all messed up and swollen and a leg that he couldn't support, I think dislocated would be the right word for his leg.
He came in very thirsty and hungry but could only drink a little milk and water and then he couldn't move.
I cured him, gave him food in his mouth using injectors, soup, milk and water. I also gave him antibiotics. Three days after he was here, the wound on his face was abscessed and had to be cleaned… So much pus came out that his face immediately lost volume.
Little by little it got better and he stayed indoors. He never liked to stay inside at night because he went out to do his misdeeds. He was convalescing for almost a month. A week after the antibiotic, wound drainage and his care, he began to eat on his own. He would not die this time either.
After a month of being cured and staying inside all day and night he began to overcome the traumas of his cat accident and at night he would meow to go outside, so much was the torment that we ended up giving up and let him go outside.
It is a problem, a scare every time he goes outside and when I see him come back in the morning I leave the scare for the next time.
I had already recommended neutering for my Copito but between pandemics and my illnesses and the delay of the appointments with the vet, many months passed. This week he was able to go to the appointment and he was neutered. Finally! He will no longer be on the streets chasing girls and getting savagely hurt by other cats.
The same thing happened to my Meme but just when it was his appointment he decided not to come during the night and came back in the morning, it turns out he wanted to miss his appointment to be neutered.
I don't want to go through the same anguish with this little cat, to worry that every time he comes home, he has more injuries on his body.
I will schedule his neutering appointment for him as well. Besides it is better for them because they avoid the proliferation of more stray cats, in here when the female cats have their children the cat owners find it better to take them to the garbage.
My Meme won't be an irresponsible father and I won't go out looking for girls when his cat hormones go wild and I'll fix his fur, which is getting less and less thanks to fighting out in the street, and his ear wounds will be gone.
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A normal medical consultation day.
Hello my dear readers, the greatest passion of my life is my passion for my ultrasound imaging studies. I always found the idea of scanning a patient without having to make an incision in their abdomen to determine what is causing pain or discomfort fascinating.
We call these types of characteristics, in medical terms, signs and symptoms. The signs are the characteristics that we doctors can see or feel using our senses and the symptoms are all those manifestations that we can collect from the interrogation of what the patient is suffering. Remember that the patient must be directed in their answers to adequately detect what their diagnosis is.
Once we have a clinical or medical diagnosis, we can proceed to the patient's examination. But it so happens that we physicians perform ultrasound studies on patients when the patient has already come with a medical indication as to what his attending physician needs and, in that case, as we perform the non-invasive evaluation, we question the patient. With the interrogation while we examine, we have a good percentage of accurate diagnosis of their pathology.
Today I was examining two elderly patients and neither of them had ever had an ultrasound examination, so I was the first to diagnose their ailments. I will tell you a little about each individual patient.
My first patient was a 75-year-old lady, very low in spirits, who was asked to be evaluated for dizziness.
There is a protocol for ultrasound evaluation that has nothing to do with other medical examinations, so my examination was methodical and when I look at the lady's gallbladder, the gland is full of stones. It is what we call vesicular lithiasis, her gallbladder is full of gallstones.
I can't imagine for sure how many years the lady has been suffering from the symptoms that cause gallbladder lithiasis but I assure you that the pains that occur from her alteration are not at all pleasant.
I can't imagine how this lady has been suffering for so many years and not knowing the reason for what is happening to her body. People sometimes get used to the discomfort and don't go to the doctor and then it turns out that the problems lie in physical diagnoses easily visualized with ultrasound.
The other patient I examined is an older, 62-year-old gentleman who has never had an ultrasound study, and guess what, he also had his own surprise. His prostate gland is enlarged and in need of treatment to deflate. Plus, he told me about an infection that he reported on the lab test.
Yes, I could see that the gland was projecting over the bladder and disfiguring it and that is a characteristic of the enlargement of the prostate gland and it also has a lump.
So, I draw the conclusion not only from the fact that I have seen these two patients today but from the thousands that have come through my office with the same story that they have never had a study done. That my dear friends doesn't mean that we are healthy, on the contrary, the only thing that is clear when we feel well and we have never had a study of our abdomen and pelvis is that we don't know how we are inside, that is the only sure thing.
There have been many family tragedies in which one of the family members has been in the street doing something he/she normally does and has fallen face first to the ground. In the best of cases, it has only been something treatable with medication, but in the worst of cases the person has died simply by not knowing anything about their body. Never a visit to the doctor, never a blood test, never a non-invasive test.
We must take responsibility for our body, go to the family doctor or general practitioner. Refer our repeated and undiagnosed symptoms, girls after being sexually active even if they have no symptoms of anything should go for evaluation with the gynecologist and guys should not try and medicate themselves with the neighbor's or friend's treatments but should go to their trusted physician for guidance on the best evaluation to be done.
Gentlemen after the age of 40 should go to the urologist to have their prostate checked.
Don't expect surprises that are more difficult to treat. It is not that they are incurable but they are more difficult to cope with.
Thank you as always for your support and you’re reading. Thanks also to all the sponsors and to those who have renewed me as is the case of my friend @Olasquare
It's a new beginning for my.
Hello dear reader friends. I am back, my son was able to buy his new laptop and has given me his CPU as a gift. He has connected it and now I write on my desktop computer from my doctor's office., because the gift of his CPU from the beginning was to set up my new medical office.
While I am in the quiet of the evening hours, I’m writing this my first post since my laptop cable has burned out. At some point I will buy a replacement but it’s not in my budget yet.
But let’s get to the point, today I want to tell you about my brother's farm. He has sent me some beautiful pictures of how his animals are doing.
Imagine, I never thought he would try to raise chickens again. The last time he did he failed and his chickens got sick but now he is starting that project again but with more experience. His chickens are big and fat, I think that in about two days they should be fat enough to sell. You will have a customer in me as my son and I love chicken.
In addition to these white chickens, he also has grown his *guineos* which are these chickens with black and white plumage that make so much noise in the mornings. I like to eat their meat although I haven't eaten it for a long time and I don't remember its taste very well.
As I write, I listen to soft instrumental music that relaxes me, and on the soft-planked roof I can hear the rain falling softly. I wish it would come more frequently so that my plants could be dressed in their beautiful colors, but here in my region the rain has been too late. As in other years it has arrived after May and with fury because it only happens when it accompanies the great storms of the Caribbean Sea. Today I take advantage of this soft sound that delights my ears.
I continue with the story of the animals of my brother's farm. He has sent me the photo of these cute little sheep that were born there, they look healthy, one black and one brown.
And look at this old duck that has posed for me, so he could send me his picture of what he looks like now. They laid their eggs and were hatched by the hens which of course are many more on the farm. The hens had duck, guineas and turtle eggs in their nests. I don't know if the latter managed to survive.
I love to visit my brother on his farm but lately I have not been feeling entirely healthy. One after the other, little bad situations have been appearing but I have been facing them and overcoming them. God in his immense mercy wants me still in the world of the living and keeps me safe.
And thanks to the people who love me and stay with me, helping me day by day. As I write it has stopped raining. Too bad I was content for my plants and I don't think it even soaked them. It was just a little drenching and it's over.
My dear reader friends, I will see you soon in your readings and in mine.
Thanks to all of you for your support as well as to all my sponsors who have continued to support me.
Do you want to change the world?
Greetings to all my readers. I always get a topic for reflection by listening or looking around and today I’ll tell you about a theme that I have been hearing repeatedly. There is something that I hear or later, in the quiet of night, it returns to my thoughts just as ruminants return their food to digest it better, I return to these thoughts to process them better.
As the years go by, we live similar situations but we give them a different projection. Today I was attracted to the subject of how some people get married or establish a relationship with the firm thought that they will be able to change their partner's way of being by having him or her around and explaining to him or her why he or she should change a habit.
We spend a lot of time in our lives trying to change things we don't like about him or her. That brings in the long run many arguments and when it becomes too difficult then we proceed to the imposition of the power that we have at that moment over the other individual.
Or is it a mistake to want to change people? and a much bigger one when we want them to be like us? There is so much richness in the diversity of thought, of ideas, of attitudes and we do not manage to see it because of the imposition of our decision.
I have met people in my life who have wanted to change the world because they believe and are sure that their way of being is ideal. They believe that if the world were like them, everything would be better.
I spent many years of my life trying to be like that and then I understood my mistake. Now I just think that trying to change a person's way of being or doing things is totally frustrating and a waste of time.
Nobody changes their attitude if they don't really want to, especially if they feel good about themselves. If they do change their attitude in a forced way, that is, they don’t *want* to change and we forced it on them, then we should expect two things.
The first thing that can happen is that they may do it just to please us. It may be that they’re simply faking it just so we don't have to hear about it anymore, but in these cases it’s only a matter of time before, for whatever reason, the person explodes like a ticking time bomb and then everything will be worse.
The second thing that can happen is that he or she changes because he/she truly found peace of mind and satisfaction in doing so.
Remember that nobody truly changes his way of being by obligation but by conviction. Except for pathological cases, which is another topic I will not touch on.
The changes in our way of being, of acting, of relating to others comes from within. We must feel the renewal from our mind and heart to make sure that we have changed for the better. No change made with manipulation, pressure or obligation will be for good or forever.
Let's find the best way to live to be at peace first with ourselves and then to be in accord with the rest of the world, with neighbors, friends, partners and children.
Always remember this, if you want to change the behavior of someone who bothers you first try to change from yourself and it will be easier to live. Because you will be happier without trying to modify others in their lifestyles but it will be easier for you to adapt to others and try to live in peace.
May you have a happy life.
In life you always learn.
Greetings friends of read.cash. I am here again and today I bring a thought that I have been having these days.
I realize that in many families, even if they are well constituted, there are always discussions, it’s normal. Discussions are good up to a certain point as long as there are no altercations beyond logic.
In some families, where there is the presence of the father and the mother, they usually have rules for all the members of the family to reach an agreement and everyone has clear points.
Over the years I have realized that although all members of the family are present, the rules have not been carried out as they should be and the members fall into arbitrary and meaningless discussions that do not lead anywhere and sometimes only lead to verbal or physical violence.
A few days ago, I read a story of a lady in a well constituted family that had in her family nucleus many disputes, because the mother was a very scolding person and fought with everyone.
At some point in life lights come to our mind that make us change and then everyone realizes and wonders what is strange that happens to the person.
This mother in question changed her life strategy one day and decided not to argue anymore.
The older son told his mother that he crashed the car to which the mother replied that he should go to the mechanic and get an estimate to fix the car and then he would figure out how he would take the bus to go to college. The boy was surprised not to hear his mother's usual nagging.
The father told the mother that they had run out of certain foods in the pantry, to which she told him to take the shopping list the next day and go shopping with his youngest son. The gentleman remained thoughtful, that was not the answer he was expecting, there was no constant discussion of why they ran out or why this was happening.
Then a sister-in-law arrived and expressed her decision to stay at home for two days for some urgent errand. The mother told her that she could come and stay in the living room, sleeping on the couch and staying there as she could.
They all got together and thought that something was wrong with Mrs. Mother and they would test her to find out what was wrong, but none of them found anything and they decided to ask her directly why she had changed her attitude.
Mrs. Mother replied that she had finally realized that she was exhausting her life and taking on the responsibilities of everyone in the family.
She worked, cleaned the house, took the car to the mechanic, bought the week's groceries, did the laundry and so much more. The time came to review her life and she realized that all the visits to the psychologist, yoga, personal growth courses, spiritual courses, etc... came to the same point.
Each one should assume the role in their life, each one should assume their own life and grow in it, enrich it, live it, experience it and not that one person should take care of all the responsibilities of a family group and expect to be happy at the same time.
The moment she saw that the final point of our serenity in life is given by ourselves at that point she came to the conclusion that everyone should know that we are all part of a team and where we all must participate and each one of us must have our own responsibilities accepting the consequences of good or bad actions.
That is why every time she can intervene in the consequences of the bad or good particular situations that each one presents in life, she will do it in the way that each one takes responsibility for his life, his actions and the consequences.
My dear readers, I had never thought of this way of life as she puts it, but I realize that it is a reality. I am the owner of my happiness, of my sadness, of my sorrows, of my thoughts, of my responsibilities and I and only I must know when to start and when to finish something in my life so as not to exhaust it so quickly.
I hope everyone is having a great and very organized life and if not, it’s time to learn something new according to what we have just read.
Thank you very much.
I'm flying and not because I want to.
Greetings reader friends. Excuse my absence, but it was not voluntary. At first, the cause of this was and still is my laptop. My charger cable has been damaged and now I don't have a spare and I don't have a moment to buy one.
In a second place, a pathology appeared in me. I mean vertigo.
One morning without warning I tried to turn around and when I made this movement by rotating my head to its initial position the whole world had gone from me.
I entered a kind of darkness where everything was spinning, after a few minutes the dizziness stabilized and came a terrible feeling of nausea and, later, vomiting.
Believe me that this could only be understood by those who have gone through something similar.
It's a bit like when I was young and I drank wine or a little more than necessary, in these cases by simply stopping drinking the world gradually stabilized again. Today this is not the case, I am always flying.
The next day a colleague came to study all my problems. Thank god he didn't find anything wrong with my heart, eyes, nose or ears.
I did the laboratory tests and my blood did not show any data that would indicate the reason for my dizziness.
So my doctor diagnosed me with mild paroxysmal vertigo.
To explain it in a simple way, let me start by telling you that the balance of the body is found in our ear, specifically in the vestibule in some elements called otoliths. These vibrate with sound and self-correct in response, but there are cases where they loosen out of place and into another cavity. They are then reabsorbed there and our body produces new otoliths.
It's easy to tell it so that you guys can understand it, but the feeling of being drunk and losing balance throughout the day is quite unpleasant.
You know that I am a woman of faith, that is why I know that this too shall pass.
I know that at any moment it will improve and I will be able to return to my practice, so that I can explore the cases of my patients.
Then I will find a way to buy the charger for my laptop
In the meantime I have borrowed this computer to send you my news.
A thousand apologies for not being able to participate in your comments, I will only leave my presence in your place.
Thank you all as always.
Causality!
Greetings my dear friends of the great read.cash family. Today's post is about reflecting on something as important as what we believe about chance.
Throughout the times of my life I have been able to hear on many occasions how people refer to what they call chance, over time I have learned that I prefer to say that it is a causality or, in the best of cases, a cause of God.
There are many thoughts that are modified through existence based on experience.
Many times I came to a place where I met a friend who told me at that moment... "Hey, I was thinking of you right before seeing you! What a coincidence" but there is no such coincidence, specially when you hear that this is constantly repeat in your life
This leads you to think that there is another force that leads you to think that these events are advanced.
We all know that we are energy, we are living accumulations of carbon atoms that make up our being, that are constantly in motion and that in some way must be connected to the environment in which we live. Matter is related in the form of energy and that can be communicated between them.
Have you heard that words have power? Have you heard that we are always told that we should not wish anything bad on our neighbor? Is this why I just mentioned the energy that comes out of our body and that is related to the world?
Yes, I have no doubt that we all relate in one way or another, that we are not truly alone. That God did not create so that we could help each other with our maximum energy.
Physics, chemistry, mathematics have names because man added them to them, but God created all of that so that they could be handled in our favor, desire the common good, think of good things for others and for ourselves, that is the purpose of everything created.
Human thought has power, the word that comes out of our mouth has a lot of power. If we wish ill to some people, that energy that we send with all our power of our matter will arrive at its destination at some point... that order has come forcefully from our hearts with a precise image, with a precise name and it will only cease to be in the air when you find the matter with name and surname where it was sent.
I don't think it is as I describe it here, I'm just trying to be very didactic in saying what I think.
That is why we must avoid with all our strength sending harmful thoughts and fatalistic wishes around us. Why do you know what? I have also learned something else...
Everything that wants to come out of our mouth that has first been formed in our mind or heart is energy that has an end. This energy is the living transformation of our thought, when it is focused on doing good, it's called a blessing and this blessing, when sent in the form of a word, splashes on ourselves, bringing infinite good things to our lives.
The same thing happens when we energize our negative thoughts and wish unfortunate events on a person . That charge of energy with which we shake our mental power towards the evil of another brother also splashes on us. So we surround ourselves with heaviness and discomfort and negative events in our daily lives.
Have I managed to get my point across? What I mean is that if there is causality because our energies communicate with the world then we must know that either the happiness we desire or the evil we direct against someone will also be directed at our fatalism or at our blessing.
My dear brothers in Christ and Mary, my dear brothers in Christ, my dear brothers in whatever way you have decided to be, let us not waste our precious time in wishing evil but rather use all your power to bless others because that he will also bless you first.
God our creator made us in the most loving way, because we destroyed him in the most vile way. Let us unite our heart and our good that dwells in us to make good grow in the world.
Remember that there is no chance but causality or in the best way the cause of God. Everything that happens is because of you, for you and for you.
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You can do it!
Greetings my reader friends, wishing that today you are very happy with your lives and if you are not, what are you waiting for to start feeling it? It’s from you, nothing more than you, that your happiness depends in not on second or third parties.
Yesterday I heard an inspiring story, I loved it and today I want to tell it here for you. I have a feeling in my memories that on some other occasion I have commented or written about this story, but with certainty my mind cannot place me between the truth and mere thought.
In an Asian country, a man who was a few years old but who already had his own family lived in a town where his main enemy was the lack of water.
Very often it would seem to wait for the rains to collect the water from the sky and thus wait for a small pond to fill up from where they were supplied with that vital liquid.
Ultimately, they had to walk many kilometers to almost reach the foot of a mountain, there was forming a small accumulation of water that became dirty with the earth. This was the last option left to them.
The man decides to mentally form a path in a straight line from the town to a hill where the water runs, he thought that if he made a path to there, the water would supply all the inhabitants of the town.
He saw how some families disintegrated, separated because they left the town in search of other opportunities to live. Without water they could not sow, or harvest, or raise their animals, much less undertake any lucrative activity.
The man made his plan and began to dig a ditch, he told his neighbors and relatives that he would undertake this path for the good of all, the townspeople just laughed at his ideas and didn't want to help him.
This is how the man undertook his journey through the town to travel kilometers of distance. Every day he would get up and start digging and scooping up dirt, years passed and he continued in a straight line and with everyone in town calling him crazy and stubborn.
Even his family abandoned him, they never believed in him. He stayed there alone in his house in town because he only thought that he was already very old and did not want to leave the lands of his ancestors. More than 30 years passed before he finally reached the last point where the hill was and the water came down from the mountain.
When he dug that last bit, he was so happy because the water began to flow so quickly through the channel that he had made with such precision. The people of the village were amazed when they saw the water reach the dry village pond and saw how it gradually filled.
Now they no longer called the old man crazy. People began to sow, to cultivate their rich land, to take care of the animals again. Many people communicated what was happening in this town and many of those who left returned.
The older man has already been crossing borders through the comments of people for his feat carried out by himself, for more than 30 years.
He never lost faith in himself, nor did he allow other people's offenses to minimize him. He was faithful to his thoughts and his ideas.
I liked the story because this man was the type of person who is undeterred by the judgments and bad opinions of others. It’s something that we face daily when we want to undertake some activity in our lives and people who do not have as broad a mind as those who have clear thoughts about their idea decide to sabotage your spirit and bend it so that you do not carry out your plan.
Little by little they can create gaps of uncertainty in your mind and undermine your idea to the point of making you give up on the idea and give up. Until another person comes who doesn't care about the negative ideas and opinions of others and begins to put their ideas into physical form and achieve it.
What makes you fail in your plan to move forward? The others with their negative and discouraging opinions? No, not my dear reader. You and only you are responsible for the decisions you make, if you decide to pay attention to those nefarious envoys of envy, then you will be responsible for not completing your plans, not them. There are no culprits, there are only people who do not have enough capacity to stand firm and faithful to their life plans.
It does not depend on your level of education, it does not depend on your culture, it does not depend on external factors, it only depends on you that you achieve your goals and meet your objectives without expecting others to help you or not along the way.
Fight for your ideas and stay firm. God gave you a fighting and winning spirit, you are his prince on earth, you are his beloved son. He will always give you the strength to move on. Count on him and achieve it!
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A king and his habit.
Greetings reader friends. Today I bring you a fantasy story to let your imagination fly.
Long ago there was a country where the king was known to be fond of collecting ladies for his harem. Whenever he had the opportunity to leave the palace, he went through all the towns and visited all the families to find his new lady.
There was a town where everyone already knew about the king's oddities and they were preparing their women as soon as they were out of adolescence for when the king arrived, he would then see them and take them to the palace.
In this town there was a humble but very united family. There was the father who was a very hard-working man and the mother, a very enthusiastic and loving woman with everyone, they had three children, the eldest Katy, she was very beautiful at just 15 years of age, John was 8 years old and Job was 5 years old. They all helped their family as best they could.
Katy already knew about the king's story and was worried that he would come and take her to his palace, she did not want to go live somewhere else and have to leave her parents and siblings.
Once, working on the kitchen stove while trying to it fix the best she could, her whole body was filled with soot. When her parents came home they never thought to find such an image as the one she had, they laughed when they realized it was their daughter and everything turned into a happy story because of the great job she did in the kitchen.
This story happened to give Katy an idea. Just as her parents were scared when they saw her for not recognizing her in all that soot, the king would not see her beauty if he found her hidden in all that dye.
She talked to her parents and decided that she would cover herself with soot every day so that when the king came to his village he would not want to take her with him and so they accepted it.
The girl was in town all the time covered in soot and people laughed because they thought she was so poor she could never take a bath. She, for her part, was happy that her idea was a success in the town, now all that was missing was for the day to come when she would meet the king.
Two years passed until the king finally passed through this town where he had been told that there were beautiful women. The king was passing by Katy's house and found no one, but he decided to wait a bit and rest on a log, until he soon saw a person arrive all covered in black.
The king smiled and saluted and from her came the greeting and reverence towards his king, the king asked her who lived in that house and she told them.
The king asked one question after another, spending several hours without realizing it and was pleased with the answers. Until he saw other members of the family arrive and decided to end his visit and continue through other houses.
All the members of the family and the girl said goodbye, the king continued on his way and stopped at the next house and there, instead of asking about the family members, he only asked if they knew the family next door. To which everyone replied that they knew them and they responded to all the concerns of the king.
The king, instead of asking about the women of the house, only asked about the way of life of his neighbors. He continued on his way and being in the next house he also asked the same questions as in the previous house, he just wanted to know what this family he met on the other end was really like.
Everyone in the town was surprised because the king did not ask about any of the women who were there. All the young daughters came out to attend to him but he did not notice them, his mind had been thinking of that girl covered in soot whose conversation was so pleasant.
Two weeks passed and the king returned to visit Katy's house, she covered herself as best she could with the soot and received him strangely, the king began to ask her questions to which Katy answered without flinching, but without showing her attributes.
But there was one thing Katy didn't know, it was that her beautiful voice gave peace to the king's conversation, he asked her about many things that he didn't care about, he only did them so that she could explain to him so that he could listen and enjoy her melodious voice for longer.
Katy, without realizing it, had captivated the king not because of her physical beauty that was hidden carefully, but because of her wonderful voice, her way of expressing herself and her innocence.
So the king waited for Katy's parents to arrive, who were surprised to see him again. When he had them in front, he told them that his daughter would go to his castle to visit him and that they would receive answers later if they agreed.
Katy was surprised, she never thought that the king would take her into account seeing her soot all over her body and she was sad to leave her family. At the same time, she felt a certain unease at the king's conversation, which was so pleasant.
She said goodbye to her parents and left with the king's escort, not with him but in a float that was already prepared for her.
They arrived at the castle and there he invited her into his palace and took her to his throne, there she sat down and invited her to sit down while he told her.
*“I invited you to come to my castle because I wanted to talk to you about something. I have been looking for a long time for a woman with whom I could have a pleasant conversation without first looking at her physical beauty.*
*I met you in a different way. I have seen your inner beauty and I have been captivated by it to the point that I am not interested in how your face or your body is behind that soot. I want to invite you to stay in my palace as my queen.*
*For several years I have been looking for someone to share my life with and I hope you accept it. If you do, you will be honoring me and tomorrow you will be presented in the kingdom as the future queen.*
*I will send for your parents and siblings so that they can all live in the palace and continue to share their beautiful life that you have told me about.”*
This is how Katy was happy, because she saw that the king did not seek her because of her physical qualities and also because he would not separate her from her parents and siblings. She accepted the proposal immediately and the king put her in the hands of the women of the castle so that they could bathe her and remove all that dirt from her body.
Just as the king ordered, she was prepared so that the next day she would be presented to the kingdom that was summoned to accept her as its queen.
The family arrived the next day and the king couldn't wait to see them when they were ready.
When the time came, the whole region was present in the courtyard and the king was waiting on his throne for Katy to arrive to take her out to the courtyard for her presentation.
When Katy's entrance was announced and she began to walk towards the king, he could not help but marvel at all the beauty that had been hidden under that soot. He felt his legs trembling as he joined all his love for her words with such beauty.
She smiled at him and greeted him with her reverence, while the trembling king took her by the hand and apologized for his clumsiness, to which she understood because she realized that before the trembling of her hands there was a firm hand suggesting that she was also trembling with him.
Both went before the presence of the people to announce that in a short time the king's nuptials would be celebrated with the woman he had been looking for some time ago.
This is my story of the king and his princess, but framed in the aspect to which I give more importance. We must cultivate a clear mind without neglecting our physical attributes, but the best reward we can give ourselves is always to grow in knowledge because in the long run it is the one that will give us the greatest benefits.
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It‘s a doubt that I have.
Greetings my dear friends. As always I have wanted to write a theme that I like but today is with a reflective theme, it’s the issue of communication with our children.
I have raised my son alone, I don't want to talk about that subject, it is personal, but I do want to say that I have been the voice of character and love that has raised my son's body and mind.
He is a 21-year-old boy with a full heart who understands the pain of others and who is compassionate as well as God-fearing. That he is not afraid of economic restrictions because he has lived them with me. He has will, character and is intelligent.
He has grown under my influence seeing my behavior, respecting my decisions even if he does not agree, tolerating my restrictions and punishments and despite everything, he goes on and on saying that he loves and respects me.
There is something that I have read and that I am continuously hearing this week and it is a phrase that pierces my ears. “Parents cannot be friends with their children because they should only be parents”
This has really got me thinking. Even though my son remembers many things and many occasions where I punished him and in his own way he says that I was unfair, I always end up telling him that before being friends with him I had to be his mother so that today, when he is already an adult, he understands the reason for my decisions.
At school my son always told me when he got home the most important things that happened to him. I always asked him how his day was and he told me. He learned then that he must always tell the truth.
He learned that, although I would be upset by the truth that he would tell me, it was better that I find out from him and not later from others. Because I told him on many occasions that even if I got angry because of how badly he had acted, I would thank him for telling me the truth.
That is how my son grew up telling the truth, although that meant a scolding from me as well as a thank you for telling me. I found out that his friends told him not to tell me anything because their parents were not friends with the children.
My son told me and as he got older his friends told him that the only mom they knew who was a friend to her son was his own mom.
Our mother-son bond of love has grown stronger over the years.
Now he already makes his own decisions because he is a man, but I continue to advise him and he will see if he takes my advice or not, in the end he sometimes thanks me because he ends up concluding that my advice was right and that it was the best thing he could do in a specific situations.
Today he has many friends and as always he tells me about his adventures with them, friends sometimes tell him not to tell anyone what they tell him to which he replies that the only person he tells everything important to is me.
His friends, even if they don't know me, always send me blessings and greetings. Because somehow they know that the advice comes from me.
I don’t like the advices of hate, disrespect, intolerance or rudeness. When he and his friends meet they are rude with each other but they are not rude to me.
Now I wonder with all this stuff about parents not being able to be friends with their children, have I done a bad job of allowing myself to be friends with him?
Will it cost him some price later in life? The fact that, despite having many friends, he considers me his best friend?
What damage have I caused my son by having been his mother with a lot of character, who allowed him to study to the point of not having enough to finish his university degree?
Have I been a bad influence as a mother for having led him to be a good man and to show me that he is a good man, a good son and a good friend?
This is something that I should talk about at some point in a consultation with a psychologist. I need to find out if I really have wronged my son and that I certainly made a mistake being his best friend.
What do you think, are they really friends of your children? And as adults, do they still appreciate them as friends or have they already discarded them as parents and friends?
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I'll tell you about my cats.
Greetings friends of reading, I hope you are better today than yesterday, you know something I just realized? I'm going to tell you. I happen to have two cats, one is much older than the other, the older one is 8 years old and the younger one is 1 year old.
The two cats are different breeds, when the first cat came into my life or better to say into our lives because they are the owners of my son and me. I never thought that these cats would bring me a different life.
You know that my cats don't hunt mice, nor birds, I only see that the lizards or geckos have disappeared. So useful in my garden because those geckoes ate most of the insects in my garden, now I have insects and no geckoes.
The two cats are also special but not because I say it, but because of their character. The older cat eats meat, he loves it, but he doesn't eat rice either alone or with others and he eats cat food, but very little, while the younger cat doesn't like to eat meat, he doesn't eat rice or any other prepared food, he only eats cat food, which he loves.
Can you imagine the dilemma I'm in when I run out of meat for one or catfood for the other? It's a challenge to my peace as soon as this happens, thanks to some cause or circumstance of life.
There are times when I can't get the cat food in the nearby supermarkets and you could see the dilmema on the face of the younger cat who likes his cat food, then he chases me wherever I go, as if inviting me to always remember him and feed him.
I never thought I would have to be on top of the food in my home and the food for these kittens as well, because they're half at home. By this I mean that they have a double life, the older cat spends all day in my house and at night he lives outside and on the other hand my younger cat spends many hours of the day in the street and the nights inside my house.
Every time I get up at night he also gets up and walks with me, watching what I do. He, with his little eyes half open because of sleep, greets me and walks half asleep until he sees me come back into my room.
I thought that having cats was simpler and that they would fend for themselves like the cats in the comics, that they would hunt and feed themselves, what a tremendous error! These cats are tied to me for maintenance and don't even eat mice, or at least I don't see them play their role of cats.
Thank God I don't have rats in my house because if I saw them inside, I would ground them for not fulfilling their role as rat exterminators. No, I don't think I ground them because now I accept them with all their peculiarities.
We love them and can't do without any of them because they are part of my family. We cry when they get sick, we worry when we call their names and they don't answer the call.
Our pets are as much loved as we love people. Although they are more free and dependent on us humans they are an important part of my home.
And tell me do you have pets? Do you love them or just keep them for fun?
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Get to know something about my country.
Greetings to all my dear readers, I hope that today your climatic situations are calm and if not I will ask in my prayers for the calm of the storms in the different latitudes.
Today I want to tell you something about my country. I belong to a country of the American continent, more specifically South America, in Venezuela. I was born here in the capital of my country when my parents, emigrants from a European country, decided to get out of their bad economic situation.
I grew up here, always keeping the culture of my parents and mixing it with the culture of a Latin American country.
My country is currently going through a precarious economic situations which has promoted the emigration of millions of my countrymen to other countries in search of solving their depressing situations.
It's such a case that desperation has led many of them to cross through the highlands where the intespective situation of a wild and untamable climate has taken their lives. Many have had to leave the country by brushes, through inhospitable places or free of any surveillance to try to leave the country without documents. Some have succeeded, but others have had to be actors in tragic stories told by second-hand witnesses.
Many people have left my country with their degrees in hand to different countries where their skills have been recognized and they have been awarded with prizes that had never been granted to people from other countries.
Like all uncontrollable events, just as the force of intellectual capacity has left my country, the dregs of humanity have also left. They have caused misfortune and given horrible examples of venezuelans in other cities, and as such we have been judged by many as personae non gratae in their communities.
What I mean by all this is that people look for ways to survive, some do it honestly and others do it the way they know how by doing the evil that abounds in their hearts.
My Venezuela is an oil producing country that has been economically blockaded by the US for many years. In view of the fact that at present the economy of this giant has been disturbed by the war between Russia and Ukraine to such an extent that the US has decided to withdraw the blockade a little for its own convenience and has asked Venezuela to sell its oil.
This has allowed some doors to be opened to activate our economy in a certain way.
Venezuela, in addition to its oil, has been recognized in other types of ideas, more than 300 beauty contests in the world. My universe, my world and my international are some of the titles awarded.
It is a country where, in addition to other species, the largest tarantula in the world is located, which is very close to 200 grams. Can you imagine such an atrocity of a spider species? With luck, it is found so far in the Amazon jungles of our country.
Venezuela, in its ancient economy, was a country that came to have an economy that depended on its pearls because in view of having more than 300 islands, most of them located in the Caribbean Sea where the pearl-producing oysters are harvested, they allowed the economic exchange with such stones.
In short, there is so much economic diversity and so much wealth in this country that was once a country of opportunities and is now tottering. Those of us who still believe in its economic reactivation remain in it.
The difficulties that many of our citizens have to face here made us to look online for opportunities for growth and that is why you know me here today.
I did not fall into despair because my ingenuity led me to look for alternatives and I was able to overcome the worst economic crisis of my life. Today I can say that I have come out of such a confrontation with the help of my posts on this read.cash platform, my job in my practice and my creativity with plants, which is one of my greatest passions.
In another opportunity I will give you more details of my beautiful country and its natural wealth.
Today I want to thank very warmly all my followers, readers, commentators, and sponsors who congratulated me yesterday, March 13, as it was my birthday.
I would like to thank all those who have renewed their sponsorship, which today goes to @LykeLyca and @Jelena
God bless you all for your kind words, for your prayers and for all your kindness to this your servant Mrs. Gertu.
Celebrating life with you!
Greetings to all my reader friends of this great read.cash family, today I am very grateful to God for having allowed me to reach this day, today is my 61st birthday.
After having lived through so many experiences, some good and some bad, it's my experiences that have made me the woman I am today.
I had to live through many disappointments to change my way of life, my way of thinking. I fought many battles to stop being my former self. The one who criticized, the one who felt resentment, the one who sought revenge for people who did me wrong, the one who was always running to fight against things.
With all the vicissitudes I can only add that God was molding me. My energetic character and my imposing nature to make people do and be like me, thank God I did not succeed, on the other hand, I learned more from my falls and got the best I could out of everything.
I did not achieve it alone but with the help of God, he made me be at death's door so that I would understand that it was not me who set the rules but him, that I should only walk the path that he pointed out to me.
Since I started to fight less against the current and to let everything flow as part of my true positive learning, life became easier, more bearable. After all, what's the point of being so extreme and not having the life to carry it?
So reading, learning to interpret the events of my life I have found that since a few years ago my life began to take another turn and my heart was filled with hope, more love, more optimism.
I am a warrior, nobody can take that away from me because I am a fighter and persistent for the things I want to obtain, but with the difference that now I go slowly but surely. I do as the turtle in the fable, and as she arrives I also do it humbly to my destination.
Today is my birthday, I am happy because I am with my son. We both have jobs, we both have each other, we are still in a little more open isolation but we must continue to take care of our lives, and for me to have my roof over my head, to have my food and to have my loved ones as close as I can is my greatest gift.
That's why today I have decided to dedicate this post to me as a birthday present.
I'm alive, I'm happy and I'm still struggling to be a little repetitive in my advice on how to lead a better life by being positive, optimistic and persistent to achieve a radical change in life.
Do not let yourself be discouraged by the disasters that occur, fight, be tenacious, when you fall get up as a winner, it's well said that it's not important to fall but to get up and move forward.
I fell many times, many times I cried out of despair, many times I thought I was alone, that God did not love me because of so many tragedies around me.
You know what? He was just molding me into the woman I am today. He was fighting for me to see that there was another way of being and not the way I was.
That's why today nothing disturbs me and nothing scares me because He alone is enough for me. Thank you Father for your blessings and thank you for one more day of life for me to fulfill a new cycle.
I don't care about my future, I only care about today, I am here with you and I am grateful to God for all His works in me.
Thanks to all of you my dear readers and to all my sponsors with their renewals. Today I have been renewed by my friend @Alther and @Olasquare
To all of you thank you very much and may God shower you with many more blessings.
Desperate measures.
Greetings to all my read.cash friends, I hope the day has been good for you.
Every day you hear strange things and yesterday listening to an audio I came across a story a little peculiar, because I had never heard a case like this in my life, let me tell you...
It happened that one fine day in the city of London, some people were in a cafe chatting when suddenly they saw something fall from nowhere to the floor. It was a very white but motionless lump and when they got closer they could see that it was a man.
Looking up at the sky they could see nothing from where this being could have launched himself, they called the authorities and began their investigations.
It was a man with tanned skin, about 30 years old, then continuing with the inquiries they found all the details of the case.
This young man was a Kenyan citizen who, overwhelmed by the hardships to which he was subjected in his country, decided to emigrate in the most unlikely way possible, in the landing gear of an airplane.
While in the air, the temperatures were so low that they reached the freezing point. The young man was able to hold on as best he could and withstand the strong icy currents, but as he was almost at his destination he apparently lost his balance and broke loose from the landing gear, he fell into the void and died after apparently hitting the floor of the cafeteria.
The authorities didn’t find it as strange as I did because they already knew of other similar cases of people who had tried to leave their country in the same way and so far none of them had been able to survive such a feat.
It’s not something I can question about a person. No one knows the torment that this young man was going through who decided to risk his life and escape without knowing what he might find on the other side of his country.
I could say why didn't he do this or that, because he did not decide to try to get out of his precarious situation in another way, but do we know how many times he decided to get out of his predicament and could not? Did he hear someone say that this was a good way to escape? Who knows... what is certain is that he is now in a place where he will probably no longer suffer for his fate.
Dear friends, sometimes we think that our situation, the things we are going through at the moment are the worst things in the world and we cling to the idea and thought of suffering, we take the role of victims and we don’t try to get out of the crisis of anguish and despair we are going through.
I ask you... are you so distressed that you would place yourself at the foot of the landing gear of an airplane to escape from such situations?
I have not had such a great need to risk my life like that. In fact, I have never had such a bad situation that would lead me to such desperate measures.
I pray to God that it never happens, because no one knows what is in another person's desperate heart until they read what they have done to survive.
Now I want to know your opinion, to what extent have you become so desperate that you have decided to take extreme measures and how have you solved it?
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Faith that moves mountains.
Greetings to all my dear friends of read.cash, today as in most cases I bring stories that I have heard before, yesterday I heard again a story that has to do with God.
It happened in a village where there lived a very old lady who professed a great Christian faith, she prayed every day and gave thanks for everything she had and for what she didn't have. She prayed for the good things and also for the bad things that happened to her, or to put it better, she didn’t think that the events against her will were as bad as they seemed to be.
There were people who complained about her faith and even dared to say that something had to stop her in her faith. In every situation she found a way to be thankful and she did it.
She was very poor, she didn't have enough money to buy basic necessities, but she always found a way to be happy with what she achieved.
Once, a wealthy person of the town who was very incredulous about the belief of an almighty God and was very annoyed by the firm faith of the old lady decided to play a joke on her to see her reaction.
Knowing the lady's precarious situation, he told one of his employees to go shopping for groceries and pick and choose from everything. He told him not to skimp on buying even the smallest thing that was indispensable to the lady and to take it to the house and when the lady asked him who was sending her all that food, he answered, "this comes from Satan".
And so the man did, he bought from the smallest to the largest thing that can be bought to be well supplied for a good time in the kitchen. He arrived at the lady's house and told her that someone had given him the order to give her some packages and he delivered the food.
The lady was very happy and greedily took everything that was given to her. The man, seeing that the lady thanked him and did not ask who had sent her this, said....
"Hey and you are not going to ask from whom is all this provision of groceries?"
To which the lady replies...
"Look young man, I don't need to know anything more because when God sends, even Satan carries out the order."
I feel like this story has left me with a good lesson, and it left me thinking that it was true, because when God allows everything to happen the things we want are given to us and when He doesn’t let it happen, such things are not given to us even if we look for a thousand different ways to get them.
I have heard of people praying for a very special favor which they describe perfectly, something like… They want a certain amount of money to buy a medicine or for an expensive surgery for an important family member and quickly something or someone appears, not with the money requested in their prayers, but with medicine in hand or with the doctor who will operate for free thanks to a surgical operations campaign.
I have known of people who have wanted to commit suicide by slitting their wrists, hanging themselves, throwing themselves from heights or shooting themselves and they simply don’t succeed because God has other plans for them.
I know there are many people on this platform who are also very unbelieving about believing in an all powerful God and I don't mean to offend their beliefs, but this is mine and it is very strong in me. I do not intend to offend.
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I don't know if these are ramblings but I go on with my life.
I have an adventurous spirit, I have always loved adventure on the road, getting to unknown places, going to the countryside and going beyond the explored limits, of course! In this case with local people, I don't want to risk getting lost in the jungle either.
I’m a person who does not usually meet with groups because I can not stand loud noises, sounds, shouting, disputes, etc. I have come to think that I’m a little autistic. Yes, I think so I have looked for adult tests and I still can't find one but when I get one I should be able to make a diagnosis.
I’m a woman who loves to dive into fantasy dreams, since I was a child I always did. I like to think about the future with the odds of having the things I like and doing them my way.
And if I am not autistic by my social behavior what I can add is that then I am a little crazy. Yes, I have no other explanation for my behavior which is strange even to me but which I am also comfortable with.
I can't stand disloyalty, I don't forgive infidelity, I am quiet most of the time and I engage in very long conversations with myself, I don't respond to verbal assaults immediately because my brain is always excited and doesn't understand quick aggressions, so my brain doesn't manage to process information very fast. I would say that I process it very slowly.
I’m not an ignorant person, I have studied a lot all my life and I still do so successfully. I have three degrees, nurse, doctor and sonographer, apart from achievements independently from college. I have a high IQ, but my personality sometimes disturbs me because I fail to understand many of my traits.
I have achieved everything I have wanted to do and with a lot of effort, I like to fight for what I want and achieve my goals even if it takes me days without sleep, without eating or deprived of other things.
The truth is that not everything is rosy. My type of temperament has brought me misinterpretations with people but I have in my favor that I am very perceptive and when I realize that I have disturbed someone unintentionally I talk to her and explain.
I don't like people to think I am aggressive but I am in my blunt way of saying things, there is also the detail that when people criticize me without knowing me in detail I do not care, if I have not committed verbal foul with people I am not interested in their opinion about me.
Generally I live with my own concepts about myself and I am not disturbed by other people's life when it’s negative but it does affect me when they have a bad situation and I can help to improve it. I help who I can help without any interest to be helped back so I take off my back the weight of a possible betrayal after giving my help.
That is why I do not hate anyone, I got rid of that burden many years ago, reading the word of God and finding readings that confirm that the weight of the ballast that is carried by hating, offending, hurting, revenge, anger all those little feelings accumulate is inside our soul, heart and mind and has nothing to do with the people to whom we have those passions.
The people to whom we have those terrible passions live their lives just the same without feeling disturbed by what we may carry in our heart. For this reason I will always advise you to get rid of that burden from your hearts, fight fiercely to fight the battle of the stripping of low passions and you will see how your inner and outer world will change.
I tell you this because after I began to study the ways to get rid of them because I had them like any normal person, then my life began to be filled with blessings.
And I live thinking and dreaming a world apart for me, where I can live my fantasies and that's why I loved to travel and have many mental adventures.
I made a mental beach house with all the wonders I can imagine in it. A garden in the front for my flowers and a nursery in the back with all my vegetables. A place for fruit trees and a little place for a pool… You know, after so much dreaming I finally got it.
I bought a place near the beach, it was a place that resembled a hill, there I built my house, with two bathrooms, two bedrooms, a large kitchen and a living room. The only thing that was missing was a siding roof, but then something happened. The people in charge of the project began to steal and the project was suspended, we stopped going to the place that was being invaded by antisocials and that was the end of it.
That's as far as my house went. There it is on the beach, alone, with the presence of bad people who only go to steal and take advantage of people, my thoughts were coming true but the wickedness of man prevented it.
I’m not worried, that is my home and if I can someday I will occupy it again, if not, that is what fate wants, but what I want to say is that I am not worried about it. Because, in addition to the fact that I am a survivor of a deadly disease, what else can I thank life for letting me live these years with my son… I thought I would never see him graduate from high school and then I came to think that I would not see him graduate as an engineer, but it looks like in five months I will.
Do you think I will waste my life time hating, getting revenge or any other negative feelings? No, no sir. Life is a gift, I have been given another chance and I have been taking advantage of it as best I can.
And I have also had the opportunity to write as I have always wanted to do it and now I have all of you who I thank for always reading my stories, especially to those of you who really read and when you comment I realize that you have read and not only write a response because of the title. To all of you, may God give you a long life of happiness and positivism, and go ahead, the path is made by walking.
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Memories of road trips.
Greetings my good reading friends, today I am remembering when I used to travel the roads of my country while driving to go to college.
I like to drive because while doing so my mind is transported to imaginary places and I create stories as crazy as my imagination allows me to.
I would always tell my college friends that I would put the car on autopilot and it would drive me to the place I was supposed to go.
Of course those were my stories, my car had no autopilot, I just drove on those roads for 6 years straight, 4 times a year round trip. I would drive a little over 1000 km one way and then back, my car probably knew all about the road by this point.
On some occasions I would concentrate so much on my thoughts that I would drive along a road and then after my eyes realized that the road was new, it would snap me out of my thoughts and make me realize that I had taken the wrong road. This didn’t really bother me, I was pleased, I would look for a sign on the road that would point me to where I was at that moment and then backtrack and continue with my journey and my thoughts.
When I found the road again, I would dive back into my thoughts. How I miss those trips, not the student life because even though it is great to remember what I experienced in my classes with my classmates, teachers and friends, I would not like to repeat it again, I just enjoy the memory but I don't want to live them again.
I remember one time I was already entering the second to last state to then get to the state where I came from and I never thought I would pass by my state's signal crossing and not realize it. I thought I had it engraved in my mind and subconscious but it wasn't so.
At the intersection, I kept going straight ahead and was entering another state until I eventually realized that this was not the road. I looked at some people sitting under a tree and I asked them what that place was and they answered me that it was X state, I thanked them and I went back on my way. It turns out, that I was already half an hour in another state full of trees, just like the road I was supposed to pass by, but it was in the opposite direction. Hahaha how crazy, so I turned back.
I laughed as much as I could and after half an hour I saw the sign indicating where to cross and I did so.
I only had two hours to go after almost 15 hours on the road. This was at the beginning of my travels and after one or two years I started to make stops in different cities, where friends lived and so I was up to 3 days traveling until I reached my university town.
I no longer had to drive 17 hours straight. I would leave my house at 4 in the morning to arrive before midnight to the city where I was going. Then when I stayed with friends or family I would make a 4 hour travel to stop over and then a two hour drive to get to a second city and then, if I did the rest, one 11 hour trip to a third city.
Then, when I graduated, I would go on a trip to a town three hours away from my city. At first I didn't go back anywhere, my mother had just died and I no longer had a place to find a sense of family. I looked for family friends who gave me support and there for two years I was working and going everywhere and nowhere.
When I finished working in the city where I was sent I chose where to go and I went back to my hometown and stayed in a rented apartment until I traveled to another state where I stayed for two more years. Before I finished there I decided to travel every Friday for 3 hours to get to the city where I would do my subspecialty as a medical sonographer.
When I finished my specialty I said goodbye to the town and went back to my home state, I went back to rent and started practicing my specialty to this day.
I no longer traveled, I settled here, with my son. I sold my car and was waiting to buy another one but the economy of my country collapsed and I could only travel in cabs until it was too late.
Now, in this pandemic I am at home, without traveling, waiting for the day when I will take the road again and my mind will fly again, I hope that this year the isolation will be normalized and my son and I will be able to go again on the roads of my country.
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My life and a piece of advice.
Our own life is the best school we can have, when I was very young I was still more introverted than I can be now. I was afraid of everything, at home I was never allowed to have an opinion as my own ideas were worth a good deal of physical abuse from the authority in my house which was represented by my father.
A father who thought totalitarianism, imposition of command and zero arbitrary consent to his idea. So I grew up afraid, repressed and thirsty for freedom.
I took the initiative to study more thanks to the advice of my good mother who was subjugated to her husband's command, a woman that only repeated to us incessantly "study so that one day it won't happen to you like it did to me, and you can fend for yourselves".
She knew that her rights were being trampled on, but she believed that she could not revolt, she only responded with love to the continuous verbal attacks against her. To keep her family and her children together, she put up with everything.
That is how I grew up, always thinking that one day I would get out of all that situation and be a free person with my own ideas, I studied a short career, not easy but it taught me to have discipline and to develop my mind. I have always thought that God has guided me because without having anyone in the health field my idea was to follow that school.
I am so grateful to life for the path it invited me to follow. I began to see many people I admired. They patiently and lovingly explained and disciplined the students, that is, us, and I liked that, there was another way of being that was not violent.
I learned to strive to achieve my objectives, to set goals. I met interesting people who left me full of feelings of admiration and respect for their work.
I met people who loved me for the way I was, for being respectful, for being somewhat shy, for being hardworking and responsible. This was taught to me by my mother, may God rest her soul for her love and advice so simple and so full of wisdom.
Of course I am also grateful to my father's violence because without it I would not have the inspiration and courage to leave home and learn to defend myself. We can learn from everything, not everything lies in the fact of hating.
I know that there are many people who do not share the idea of forgiving and forgetting, because they believe that the two are linked in a literal way. No, they are not linked in the same sense.
Forgiving means that you don’t hate the person who did you wrong, it means that you have overcome an obstacle in your life without which you cannot grow. Forgetting, forgetting is this, it doesn't happen but it doesn't affect, it's what I'm doing now. I’m remembering the moments of physical terror in my person and I feel no pain in the memory, nor do I feel anger, nor do I feel hatred for the one who did it.
My friends, forgiveness is a process. We can totally forgive and it doesn't mean you forget who offended you or what they did to you, it just means that you released that pressure from your heart and mind and you can follow a path of peace that no one can take away from you, even if they want to.
Remember that you and only you are the owner of your emotions and no one else. If you decide to forgive from the depths of your heart you will succeed. If you decide to be happy and joyful you will also be able to do it, we can do it all, we just have to practice it a lot and get out of our state of comfort by being bad and blaming.
If we are going to blame, the only one to blame for managing your life is you. Do not allow others with their actions and words to limit your life, your spiritual growth and your happiness.
Fly very high in thought, realize your illusions, work hard to achieve your goals. Copy the form but do not copy the content of others, it’s why I imitated many people to move forward.
I imitated their excellent schedules to study, I imitated the way they group to study, my friends are my friends but my interests are others. I imitated the way to communicate with people of all ages, I imitated the way to tell anecdotes and make people laugh, I imitated the way to tell a sad fact and transform it into a fact to laugh at myself and I succeeded. I managed to have the life I have, it is not perfect but it is what I want.
I was a 16 year old woman who started to struggle little by little and managed to learn from life to be happy and fulfill her goals.
Happiness is not a possession but a position, if you want to be happy then find happiness in the small details that life offers you, they are small moments, small actions, small things that will brighten your face and widen your heart. Make the most of them and laugh, if it’s the occasion, writhe with laughter, fall on the floor, stop and laugh out loud, it is those moments that will not be repeated and you will always remember them.
Try to learn in a healthy way all the things that life will put in your way, because that will be all you will have to grow, live, enjoy and share.
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Learning to live...
Greetings fellow readers, today I will talk to you about different topics about which I have been hearing these days in some audios from my phone in the networks.
Yesterday I heard the case of a woman who was kidnapped in a man's house from the age of 16 until adulthood.
The youth is rebellious and does not accept much advice from parents because their very youth makes them think that they are masters of the world and that they direct all situations.
One fine day the girl took some clothes and decided to travel but she did it alone and hitchhiking. A couple in a car stopped and she got into the car, after a few hours of conversation the driver told her that he would detour for a moment to get something and then they would get back on the road.
Of course this did not happen, when the man came to a dirt road he stopped, turned off the engine and the lady with the child got out of the car and started to run. The girl missed the gesture and immediately realized that the driver already had a knife on her and asking her to place her wrists in front and handcuffed her.
It was from there that she began a torment of a life that took her for more than 20 years. Harassment, continuous rapes, overcrowding and torture.
And she was lucky, other women had already gone through the same thing but he killed them.
The woman with the child was his partner, also a product of a kidnapping and this girl suffered from Stockholm syndrome, eventually so did this other girl who spent more than 20 years captive in a wooden box that the kidnapper placed under her bed so that she would not escape, until she was totally subdued.
Advice from parents or adults and family members can never be too much, as long as it is not detrimental to a person. Young people think their parents hate them when they place so many restrictions on them, what they don't know is that it is the only way they find to keep them out of danger.
Kidnappings of young people are happening more and more because of the arbitrary way young people take life with their parents.
A few days ago I heard of another young girl who, ignoring her parents' advice, decided to go on an adventure to another country with the man who was her boyfriend.
He convinced her that she would have a job there as a model because this girl is beautiful and she accepted his proposal and ignored her parents, who advised her not to leave just like that, without having the minimum conditions to make a trip in an adequate and convenient way for her age, situation and life.
Of course, the girl thought that her parents were cutting off her best life proposal and were only thinking about their own comfort. So she accepted the proposal and went to another country with her boyfriend, touring places in public transportation and hitchhiking.
They arrived at a place where she was supposed to be seen and put to work as a model. Days, weeks and some months passed until the love affair ended. Of course, the modeling appointment never came, for one reason or another it was always suspended, until the terrible day when the young man did not show up anymore and she was left alone. In the street, without money and without knowing anyone.
She was ashamed, but she had to be on the streets begging for money to get her ticket back to her country and to her parents.
It only took this traumatic experience of being away from home where she had to pay all her expenses, make all the bad behavior and bad answers to her parents, who always forgave her, for her to realize how privileged she was to have those parents.
She never called them because of the shame of what had happened to her. She assumed her responsibility and decided to get the money and return home to ask for forgiveness and accept whatever her parents imposed on her.
There are evil parents that we know, irresponsible adults who treat and mistreat their children very badly, but there are many other parents who try to teach their children and in the form of deprivation they want to teach them and the young people do not accept it.
This young woman was lucky to some extent because she came home. The girls with Stockholm syndrome also came home, traumatized but alive for a second chance.
But the girls who couldn't make it? And the many other cases that happen and are girls who go on to be prostituted and drugged for the nefarious purposes of mafias.
Young people, don't let yourselves be lured by dreams of grandeur. Study your personal situation, try to make efforts to get out of a life of low economic conditions, there is nothing more pleasing in life than the fruit of our efforts and accompanied by the love of our parents, family and friends.
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Being an adopted child.
Greetings friends of reading, today I come to comment on a story I have heard, I do not know if it is true, lie or just fiction, I can only say that people comment on it as if it really existed.
But I also want to tell you that from so much reading I have learned that reality itself surpasses fiction in many cases so I am not surprised that some fictional stories can happen somewhere in the world.
As simple as that, I have not read anywhere or heard anywhere a similar case to say that it could be real, but why not? You’ll tell me if you know of similar cases and from there we’ll draw the final conclusion if it could or could not be true.
I have been told a story about a boy who got lost in a park, in the park there was a lady who always went there to sit and watch the people and everything that happened in the environment.
This woman, speaking a little about herself, was excited about the idea of having a child, even though she was not married but had the resources to have a child, she was about to reach the difficult age to conceive a child and was hoping that at some point the man who would make her a mother would come along.
One fine day while she was in the park she noticed a boy of about 4 years old walking around alone. She approached the boy and spent some time with him, then she took him by the hand and walked around the park with him hoping that in the groups of people there someone would point him out as her son, but no one did.
She went to the police to report the case and they took action. The strange thing about this is that they left the child in her care while they searched for the parents. They passed the information by radio, on the streets, with notices on the walls and other ways. None of them worked.
In the meantime the surrogate mother, to give her a name let’s just call her Martha, had become attached to the child and since she had not been able to have her own child after 2 years she was legally adopting the child whose parents never appeared.
The boy, although he was already 6 years old, knew that Martha was not his biological mother, but he did know of the immense love she gave him. Martha being an educator by profession led him to achieve little by little in his studies.
The boy grew up, graduated, loved his adoptive mother but still had in his heart the doubt of his biological parents.
The young man decided to look for a job and introduced his papers in a company where he was immediately accepted for his wide repertoire of good ideas.
There he met the manager who urged him on, then he met the owner and finally he met the owner's wife. She was amazed to see the boy because of the resemblance she noticed with her husband when he was still very young.
And she began to make inquiries about him, she introduced herself to the young man, asked him about his parents and then visited Martha as a need to know more about him.
Martha immediately asked her to come to her house, since the lady introduced herself as the wife of the owner of the company and wanted to know about the life of the young member of her company.
She told Martha that when they were very young they had an accident when some criminals stole the car in which her son was riding in the back seat. Despite their search, they were never able to find their son, he was the only son they could have.
As Martha listened to their story, she told them about her story with this boy who had become a blessing in her life. Trying to get to the bottom of the matter, Martha gave some of her son's hair to the lady for a DNA test.
She paid a private investigator to find out more about the young man's case.
She then sweated it out that the paternity test was positive and the young man was the missing son of the millionaire couple who owned the company where her son was now an employee.
The investigator, joining the parts from the accident of the real parents, managed to find out that the criminals, after stealing the car, took the child and then left him in a park to then continue their retreat and that was the day when Martha was in the park and found him wandering around.
Now the young man found his real parents who had searched for many years for proof of the existence of their son, the father who had become a grumpy being because of sadness, had now become the gentlest being after finding his son again.
He was given the opportunity to take a position as heir to the company and all of the couple's assets as they thanked the young man's surrogate mother for raising him so lovingly and making him the young man he was now.
Martha went on to have everything she needed to live the rest of her life comfortably thanks to the couple's gratitude and the young man went on to have a surrogate mother whom he loved above all else and to be very happy to find his birth parents and know that they loved him too.
It’s a story with a happy end after having been one of tragedy for those parents. Love cannot bear fruit contrary to love, although I have known of cases of adopted children who never stop feeling bad for not knowing their biological parents and begin to have psychological problems with that as they grow, up to the point of treating their adoptive parents badly out of frustration for not knowing their roots.
So much for my story today, although I have heard of other stories I have room left to tell, maybe later I can return to the subject.
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Old age.
Greetings my dear readers, today my story is about a question I have and I would like to share with you my precious commentators.
I often see families that seem to be well constituted but at the end of the day they aren’t, it’s all just appearances.
I don't understand why in many families, in spite of having hard working and struggling parents, some of the children, if not all of them, prefer not to pay attention to their parents when they reach the age of senility.
In society it seems that when we are older our children will take care of their parents, but this is not the destiny of all elders. It seems that after the children become independent, it usually happens that they do the same with their blood and/or sentimental bond that unites them to their parents.
They leave them to their fate, or place them in care homes because they have their own lives and cannot take care of their parents and being there the parents forget about them until they die or, if they are lucky, they visit them on their birthday or on Mother's or Father's Day.
I have always wondered why we see this more and more in societies. Because there are more and more older adults alone on the streets, shopping, taking care of children, paying debts or running errands alone.
Were they not given a proper education? Were they not given enough love to share in old age with their old parents? What happens, because we leave them alone?
I read a story some time ago about a man who was at his son's family home. There was the married son, his wife and son. When they ate, the shaky man threw the food on the table and made a mess, this bothered his son who always scolded him.
One day the son decided to place him on the floor with a plate of food so that he could make as much mess as he wanted without bothering him.
The little boy, seeing this in his free time after school, began to make a clay plate. Little by little he was giving it the shape of a plate until the father approached his son and asked him what was this homework that he had been doing for days, seeing how hard he was trying to do it.
The boy answered that it was not homework but that it was a plate that he was making him from now on so that when his father was old he would eat on it, on the floor like his grandfather did.
His father immediately realized what he was doing and the example he was setting for his son, so the next day he put his father back to the table and put a handkerchief under his neck so that he would not get dirty when he ate. He helped him eat by patiently feeding him and treating him with the respect he deserved.
I found this story very touching because whatever we see in childhood we imitate and continue to do in adulthood.
Even so, there are parents who have been exemplary and have only received contempt from their children when they reach an age where they are not able to fend for themselves.
It’s not all children, some of them are, and that is why I can't understand how, if our parents have given us everything, food, shelter, love, education and examples when they are at the age of greater susceptibility, they are left aside.
I know it’s not all children but this happens in families where there are several siblings. There is always the case of someone who is resentful, someone who is not happy with his life and therefore treats the older parents badly.
What do you think about this situation, do or would you do this with your parents when they are so old that they can no longer fend for themselves?
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I don’t like wars.
I don't like wars, I don't like disputes or conflicts and I don't like the wickedness of man. I don't understand politics but as I see it I will never want to be a politician.
And I mean the feeling of helplessness that I feel right now with what is happening in a place where they want to remain autonomous and want to have peace. OF course, by this I mean Ukraine. The only thing I can do for you is to pray to God, I’m a Christian and I worship Christ Jesus who gave his life for us and to get us united in love, and the least I can do is Pray for those in the middle of it all.
Lust for power leads to a hard heart that feels righteous but with actions that don’t demonstrate righteousness. Killing is not justice, killing a stranger is wrong, killing a brother is still wrong, murdering a child is wrong and doing the same to an adult is also wrong.
Then, knowing this, how can we send people who are in our charge and swore loyalty to slaughter their own brothers? How destroyed is that mind and heart when they look back and see all the bodies they have sullied?
God give me strength to cry and not die in my pain. I’m as far away as the continents separate us but the pain of seeing the death of a being who is my brother doesn’t leave me far away but brings me closer in pain.
I’m writing this with a lump in my throat and with an pression in my heart. How have we come to this if we are intelligent adults? How have we come to this if we pray to a higher being and ask for our friends and for our enemies.
I just see talk from one side of the world and the other side as well. I see it like when I was little and I saw the fights and I wanted to separate the enemies but someone would take my arm and just say *“let them fight each other”.*
That's what happens now, many countries say they don't want wars and they can't or don't want to intervene, two people who were chosen to represent the millions of citizens of a country have chosen to go to the fray. They didn’t resolve their conflicts and now the millions of citizens who chose them are going to suffer the consequences of the decisions of the people they chose to be their representatives.
God looks with eyes of mercy to these people who are suffering today because of the bad decisions of their government, bloodshed will never be a good decision or a good path to choose.
And I say again, today I cry for you Ukraine. Maybe tomorrow I will cry for myself because I will soak my face with tears.
In my country we have had in recent years many civil confrontations against the government but Venezuela continues to be a country of peace, we don’t like war. In previous times we were represented by heroic patriots who liberated us on horseback and with rifles and not only we were liberated, but also many of our brother countries that were commanded by Bolivar and his loyal troops.
Today the weapons are more destructive but they are used against a people that claims, that is why people decided to emigrate and millions of families are separated due to the conflict that separates us from bad internal policies and bad decisions.
May God allow and may we not have to reach more bloodshed so that the political leaders become aware of their actions and know and understand that the wars that are sought. even if they are fought by others, will also be their faults that will be justified in the kingdom of God.
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Another battle won.
Greetings friends of reading, I hope you are all well. Today what I bring you is a personal account as a way of apologizing for my non-voluntary absence on your posts.
It so happens that yesterday I was at the medical control for the evaluation of my face injury, the lesions that before were in number of two are now in number of four. The older one responded very well to the treatment in the last three months but the smaller one did not want to reduce its size very much.
The doctor decided to remove it with minor surgery. The lesions on any face must be taken with caution as they bleed a lot, you may have seen how a wound on the face or scalp bleeds after a fall or blow to the scalp. After it’s cleaned you can see that the hole is three or four stitches but the blood has totally covered the body because it’s been falling for a while now.
In my case, anesthesia must be administered with a vasocontrictor to avoid this unpleasant step of bleeding, and so did my colleague. We were chatting as she placed the open field on my face and her minor surgical equipment.
In about 5 minutes or so I had my heart racing in a process called tachycardia, that is a product of the vasoconstrictor.
I tried not to give it importance but the doctor had to treat the other small lesions, which as I said at the beginning now were 4 lesions.
The vasoconstrictor kept increasing my heartbeat and in a few moments my hands were shaking like jelly.
Thankfully, all went well, the doctor removed three lesions and took the biopsy that I was to send the next day to the pathologist and so it was done.
The bad thing was that my tachycardia also gave me a headache because, besides producing peripheral vasoconstriction, lidocaine produces peripheral vasodilatation so my hands were shaking and my head started to hurt.
Needless to say that the night was very unpleasant because another of the profound effects it produces is bladder emptying, so I was all night in a single walk from my bed to the bathroom and from the bathroom to my bed.
Consequently my headache did not subside. When I woke up it was still with me. In addition to the pressure in my head and face. During the whole morning I was with discomfort in my body because of these medicines that they put in my body.
Because of this I have not been able to be in the comments or reviewing the publications of my dear commentators.
It is now afternoon hours and those strange substances are still in my body. I removed the gauze from the wounds and started my new wound healing treatment.
Now I have to wait for the next medical consultation where the stitches will be removed and my colleague will see the evolution of the wounds.
For now this is just a way of informing people because I don't feel very well to write and much less with inspiration to create because my body feels strange and heavy.
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The treasure was found!
He was so affectionate and hardworking, they would always throw him some of what they ate in secret from the cooks, since this kitten was not supposed to eat leftover food, but rather succulent dishes at his mealtime.
Pelusín would go out to the yard to watch the gardeners work and that is how he made friends with them, everyone loved him and even more when they saw that he went after the horrible mice that in the past used to kill the vegetables they planted.
He won the love of everyone, except for Mimosín. He hated him more and more. He never played with him, he always treated him as a snuggler in that house where he would reign forever, make no mistake about it, that little furry one, but he would never let him near him, he came to occupy a place in the house that he shouldn't have.
Mimosín was not worried that he would meet with those gentlemen in the kitchen and garden, the only thing he did not want was for him to get close to him.
This is how Pelusín grew up with the affection of everyone in the mansion, for being so cooperative and mischievous.
One day Pelusín was looking down the path that led to the road when he saw someone he knew, so he ran and approached the furry cat that was so familiar to him. What a thrill! It was his mother who on the other hand recognized him immediately, licking him as much as she could. She recognized her little lost son, lost right in the same place where she was now.
Some years ago she was walking with her babies and teaching them the ways of life, but separated from them as she hunted for something for everyone. When she approached to pick up her little ones one was missing, it was Pelusin. She hugged him as much as she could and Pelusin cried with excitement to see his mother and his siblings appeared.
He recognized them, and they all left together… but the mother watched the road from afar and looked as if searching for something else.
It so happens that many years ago she had also lost another of her sons, such is life for street cats, she never missed an opportunity to pass by and see if she could find him, but she never saw him again but at least life gave her back the youngest one.
Meanwhile, from the window of the mansion, Mimosín at first managed to see Pelusín as he was leaving the house, without knowing why he felt so elated. At last! He thought, That miserable occupant was leaving.
But when he saw how he was hugging a beautiful furry cat, his eyes lit up, he thought to discover in her an old memory, until she approached looking straight towards the mansion and he could recognize his mother.
He had never forgotten her, it was her, his sweet mother who was now looking with those beautiful blue eyes along the road as if searching for him and the one who had been hugging the little intruder cat, Pelusin. Now he understood, it was his little brother, the one he had been mistreating for so long.
He ran out to meet his mother, to explain his life to her, to apologize to his little brother. He ran, tripping over everything he could on the way, he was so fat. The way he took his brother's food and his sedentary lifestyle made him so fat that he couldn't run fast enough.
By the time he reached the garden and tried to get to the end of the path it was too long. No one was there anymore, his mother was gone and with her also his little brother.
He cried, there he cried a lot, but his meows were not heard by anyone. Already, his mother was running far away through the undergrowth together with her little lost son to bring him back home.
Now he understood, he had asked for so long for a companion to pass the days and when he arrived he treated him so badly. Just as they had sent him company they had given him his younger brother, who never gave him a chance to introduce himself and get to know him, it was a chance to see his mother again and he had lost her, perhaps forever.
I hope you liked the story, draw your own conclusions dear readers, sometimes we dare to judge people without giving them a chance to show us what they have inside. Let us not discriminate anyone under any aspect, we don’t know the great treasure they may have in their hearts.
A hidden treasure.
Once upon a time there was a kitten who lived in a mansion, he felt lonely and asked his owner to bring him a companion to play with. It seemed that his owner did not understand him because time went by and nothing happened, no companions and all he coud do was get bored to tears.
He didn't even run around with the mice anymore, what was the point of doing so if he was all tired when he went to eat. All thanks to the the succulent meals his mistress gave him.
She was very excentric even when it came to buying food. The kitten got used to eat all the things he liked and to leave everything that seemed strange to his palate.
But one fine day a little kitten appeared meowing on the outskirts of the mansion, how it got there is not known, but the fact is that he was skinny, very thin, with bristly hair and wide-open eyes because he was scared.
The owner of the mansion, Marilin, picked him up from the floor with her gloves in hand and took him inside. She gave orders for the kitten to be cared for while she was outside.
They fed him, bathed him, groomed him very flirtatiously and took him to a cat litter in the living room where Mimoso, the older cat, was also in the room.
Mimoso saw him and wondered what that little furry thing was that was occupying his baby bed.
The two looked at each other's faces, not doing anything, yet, just looking at each other worriedly. They did not know each other.
To little Pelusin, this big, fat thing looked like his mother, but he couldn't identify it. He would only listen to his mother and act with caution.
But Mimosín was in a very bad attitude. He didn't like this furry thing the owner brought, now he was sorry he had asked for a companion without giving her the right specifications, especially that it be female and his own size. Not this ugly, furry little thing she brought him.
From now on his life at the mansion would consist of making life miserable for that little furry thing so that he would go home to his family, because he didn't need him.
In front of Marilin, Mimosín acted differently, he was a very well-behaved gallant, who used to give a lot of affection to her, caress him for a few moments, go for Pelusín and do the same, and then leave them and retire.
When Pelusín was given his food, Mimosín would take care of hiding whatever it was, poor Pelusín would look at his plate and there was nothing in it. While Mimosín's plate was overflowing, he would try to approach Mimosín's dish but Mimosín himself would let out a challenging meow and move into an attack position.
Pelusín responded quickly and circled around. Thus Pelusín grew up with Mimosín's constant hatred, but there were mice in the house and Pelusin’s mother had given him instructions on how to catch them, which allowed him to do so.
And so he was hunting, eating crumbs that fell from the plates of the workers in the kitchen, good thing they were always small pieces of meat that he loved.
And that’s it so far for this cat adventure. I hope you liked it and soon I will bring you the second part.
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Memories and recollections.
Greetings reader friends, as always I hope you are feeling well to continue with the readings, today I bring you some thoughts to share, some of you have already read some points and other new users will read them for the first time.
I'm a woman over 60 years old, I still practice medicine which is my profession and I do it in the mornings in my private practice, next to my house. I also dedicate my afternoons to taking care of my plants because it is my passion.
I love planting, transplanting, harvesting and I also love selling my plants. I have a good collection of cacti and succulents that I have been able to acquire over the years.
Since the pandemic started I have not been able to leave my house, I have only been able to go to a few places because they have come to pick me up and bring me back, because I have to take care of myself.
I'm a colon cancer survivor. I was very weak and feeble when I had it and during the treatment I almost died, it just wasn't my time yet and I'm still here. That was some 12 or 13 years ago, I don't remember very well, although at the moment I am suffering from another type of cancer, skin cancer, this one has a better prognosis, it is more treatable and curable.
The fact is that I am very fair skinned and I exposed myself too much to the inclement sun for several years and now I have too many skin lesions, some good ones that are also treatable and some bad ones like cancer, but curable.
My life has been indoors since the isolation began, almost all my photos are of my plants and some are of the memories I keep from before the confinement.
Now I have the after-effects of cancer treatment and also because I smoked for several years while studying, my lungs now suffer from a continuous sensitivity.
Writing as an inspiration is a way to relax the mind and spirit. When we allow our mind to fly and all these lines come out the body feels free and inspired to soar the thoughts to the most remembered places.
I wish in my mind that all this evil would be released from the world and that I could go back out and do my adventures on the road that I used to do.
I know that my body is already different, I also know that in my country the security both in the city and on the road is not the same as before. I know that the transit roads are abandoned and that in the checkpoints that used to be points of support are now points of fear.
Even so, I want to be free again, to travel on the roads, to take pictures of the beautiful landscapes of my country, of the vegetation, of the fauna, of all those places that I visited and that made me feel free.
Because maybe we love things more when we lose them than when we have them in front of us. The separation, the absence, of all the common habits became distant and forgotten, today I appreciate them more.
Is that why we have been going through such difficult times? So that we continue to learn to value what we have in the present and not to miss what is in the past? I don't know, I just know that at this moment I would like to be walking free on my beaches, or to be in the countryside listening to the sound of the birds.
God will soon deliver us from these difficult times and I will return to write about my adventurous present without fear.
By God I am nostalgic to live again on the road driving hours to get to the cities where I left so many friends and memories. Where I enjoyed my stay so much, where I was given so much love.
There is a chirping tune of a little bird that when it passes by my garden and sings brings back memories of the lagoons and *morichales* that I visited in the plains regions of my country. You can't imagine how clearly those memories associated with the chirping of that little bird suddenly come to me. It is impressive how in a single hearing it makes me travel to the Venezuelan plains.
Do you have such fond memories when you hear or see something that takes you back to a happy past? If so, would you tell me? I'd like to read about it in the comments.
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I don't want to be part of the problem.
Greetings reader friends, my apologies again for not being so active lately. My multiple tasks keep me a bit away from the networks.
Today I bring you a topic that I know that for many will be easy to master because it is something that can be observed every day in our media. I have been commenting on it in the networks in the form of short comments but today I have decided to talk a little more.
I realize that there are many young people on the streets, passing by houses or vehicles that stop at traffic lights, or in places where they dispense food for sale like restaurants or fast food places where they are able to eat on the spot.
And it is not that these young people are passing by to say hello, but that they pass by asking for help on a situation or other personal problem.
This, far from bothering me, worries me because a wrong idea is being formed about what is better, to ask or to work. That it is better to reach out to a heart that is empathetic to their problems in order to find quick solutions to their personal life stories.
In many occasions I know that it is about personal tragedies where we all get involved to help but the most frequent thing that happens nowadays is that they come every day to do the same thing, to ask for help.
It’s then that I realize that many people don’t try too much to develop ideas as to how to create opportunities and do things that help them to get out of their precariousness.
Many years ago I was moved by the situation of these young people who learn to manipulate the minds of others towards the easy achievement of their goals. I even realized that I was being part of the problem, because I gave money without saying anything.
There comes a time when something happens and it clears your mind and I started to think about the reason for this daily activity of asking and not working. And by working I mean of course, participating in any activity that generates a personal income, whether or not you pay taxes.
These young people who come to the buses to sell their products is something I collaborate for, I buy their products to the extent of my pocket change. Those who want to sell something that I can see the sense of my use or that of someone I know to give it as a gift later.
I happen to see many physically and mentally complete young people who only come with sad tales of their life asking for food or material things. None of them tell me that they need to work and how about if I give them some work to exchange for food.
I don't see them wanting to get ahead by their own means if not by calling the attention of the sentimental part of others and bringing stories. Gentlemen, there are bad conditions in all the families, all of them work hard enough every day to maintain themselves.
Generally we work to achieve an economic benefit. I am a senior citizen, but I still have a lot of strength to work, I do it in my garden every day. I plant my plants, take care of pests and weeds, transplant, reproduce, harvest and sell many of the plants that I have taken care of.
I also sometimes make jams and cakes, donuts and cupcakes for sale, as well as crackers and cookies. I don't go out on the street to beg. I also searched the networks for ways to work online even if I struggle constantly with a terrible internet connection God rewards the effort to seek daily bread. I went through a very bad situation when we entered the pandemic because I couldn’t continue working as a doctor in my office.
In the word God tells us what we must do to have a worthy path guided by him. He tells us that we must teach how to fish and not just give the fish.
It was my mistake for a long time, giving the fish without telling how to catch it. At a Sunday mass a priest said some words that disturbed me and I learned my lesson, sometimes we make mistakes just to get by, but I don't do it anymore.
He pointed out that we commit sin when we allow people to abuse our humanity. Because God has his work entrusted to each one and when we do not allow people to go through their ways of living in a dignified manner, we are against God's work.
It is not that we do not see particular cases of people in the street with truly precarious situations and yet we do not help them, they are different situations that merit urgent measures. I am referring to those who come to us constantly in the streets and homes and we know that they are using our resources to support their addictions.
The manipulation of our feelings is becoming more and more specialized in those people who are skilled at being unsuspecting, I have seen young people with children in their arms pretending they are their own and then return them on the way to count the seized loot.
They do this with the slightest discomfort only to make up sad stories that soften our hearts.
Throughout my life I have seen how people have abused the good intentions of others.
Let's take a good look at what we are doing. We are not being part of the solution but increasing a problem, allowing young people, instead of working for what they need, to study an imaginary theatrical career to pretend situations that they are far from suffering.
Many years ago I used to buy paintings from artisan painters. I liked their paintings and they would present them to me and I would buy them, one day I saw one of them with his reds as red as fire and with his nose running. It was as if from one day to the next he had developed a terrible case of the flu.
I even asked him what was wrong and he answered me vaguely, he didn't even tell me it was allergy or flu, he just smiled wiping his nose.
At that moment I thought about what some of my friends had told me, that these men used to get together to use drugs.
I didn't feel bad but sad for them. They spend so much time working painting and then with the profits they get high, I just buy the paintings they sell and I like them, they will see what they do with their money.
I wonder what they will do now in these pandemic times to survive, unable to sell, unable to work. Will they be on the streets begging under the concept of a sad story? Or will they have seen a way to work on other things? I don't know.
There is much poverty in the world, there are many sad stories in the world, we must learn to discern who and how we help our neighbors so that we do not fall into the clumsiness of getting involved in their low passions.
May God give us the ability to discern how to be a good Samaritan and not a collaborator of sin.
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The celebration of a virtue.
Greetings to my dear friends of read.cash, today I bring you a story I read long ago about why Valentine's Day is celebrated in so many parts of the world.
The Catholic Church, through the years, has left a legacy from generation to generation through its events, it is worth mentioning that this custom is based on the doctrine of the Catholic Church, the people, without making any distinction, adopted the custom because it represents love, the universal language.
Valentine's Day comes from a Catholic tradition since Roman times. It was a law of the emperor who ruled in those times that the soldiers didn’t marry because they thought that those distractions of having a family did not favor the soldiers who had to devote themselves completely to the protection of the Roman mandate.
According to this story a soldier met a woman who captivated him, the woman was of the prevailing religion, Catholic and then the woman wanted to get married because the tradition of well-constituted families had to follow their legacy by the Word.
There was a priest in Rome who operated secretly, seeing that young couples could fall into sin, and decided to marry couples clandestinely.
The girl who was very much in love told a friend and she told her what the priest was doing. The young couple looked for him, they arrived at a secluded part of town and in a more hidden part there was the priest's temple.
Seeing the young men, the priest married them according to the tradition of the church. When they were already married and were leaving the area, they saw some Roman soldiers arriving and they forced their way in, there they found the priest who was taken prisoner.
The punishment for disobeying the law of the Roman emperor was death. They asked the priest if he did not care about his life since he disobeyed a law of the empire and so he answered proudly...
*"If my life is the price for preventing young lovers from falling into the sin established in the divine law, it is well worth it."*
The priest, whose name was Valentine, was put to death for disobedience to the Roman emperor.
Over the years the Catholic Church maintained the legacy of this priest by performing clandestine marriages and eventually the tradition was that of the day of February 14, when the priest Valentine was executed, celebrated as the day of love, Valentine's Day.
That is why today many people unknowingly pay tribute to St. Valentine who through his great dedication to follow the law of God allowed his name to endure through the centuries.
It’s a story that I have read several times, some more explanatory than others but all of them come to the same thing: The priest who gave his life to fulfill his mission before God.
This is supported by the anecdotes of the universal church that has in its doctrine to continue with the ancient traditions.
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Happy friendship day to all.
Greetings my dear friends. I hope you are well and are celebrating this day of love and friendship with much love.
Today I want to share with you my personal thoughts about the virtue of service. On one occasion I wrote to you about a phrase that says... *"he who does not live to serve does not serve to live."* It’s a very truthful phrase.
The human being has many predispositions, in spite of the defects that we all carry as human beings, it’s also necessary to say that deep down we always have a good part.
Generally we become owners of the hardships of people who tell us about their misfortunes to the point that we forget our own, we feel sorry for them and proceed to bring out our good heart and give it completely.
This is a very good thing, the way we treat our fellow man, but what we must cultivate is forgetfulness, after we have helped someone with their terrible situations we must forget that we did it.
I mean, we should not act thinking and saying that someday you will do the same for me. It would be ideal that this happens but it’s not the end, if we help anyone in their problems we should not do it with the thought that we will be repaid.
Only doing good and following our path is ideal. Because the day you need help and that person you helped cannot return the same service you gave, you will feel a lot of disappointment and frustration. You may even say bad words against the person you once helped and blessed.
And that my dear friend is wrong. We must serve our neighbor without expecting anything in return, the mission of service is not for everyone because undoubtedly there will be many who do not think or feel the same as what I am sharing today. This does not mean that my assertion is not true.
Those who are born to serve feel happy doing good and don’t feel discomfort if the favor is returned in a negative way, because, regrettably, human beings sometimes cultivate more resentment, anger and revenge than the same good or the desire to serve and share.
Many people do a service only thinking that later they will return it with more than enough and paying obeisance.
I like to help people in fact there are many new users here that in their beginnings I always encouraged them to go ahead and when they grew up I left them to take on others in their beginnings and I have been doing so.
I have not seen those people anymore and I’m glad that they are already on the path of those who strived and progressed because that is my interest when I support them in their beginnings.
If I felt bad because I never knew about them, then I would not be able to help anyone else because of resentment and the thought that they would no longer remember me.
That is why from my own experience I tell you: help and forget that you will get something back and go on with your life serving others without expecting anything in return.
I remember the story of the old man and the scorpion, once a scorpion was drowning in the lake while trying to cross it, the older man saw it and came to its aid, when he lifted him out of the water, the scorpion pricked him with its sting. The older man let go because of the pain he felt.
The scorpion fell back into the water and continued to drown but the older man could not leave him alone and again tried to help him but the scorpion stung him again.
The older man had to use a plan to help him and not allow the scorpion to prick him and continue drowning.
Another man who saw what happened commented to him...
*"Excuse me, but why are you helping the scorpion if every time you do it, it attacks you again?"*
And the old man said...
*"The scorpion does not attack me because he wants to, but because that is his way of life, he does not know any other way to act, and my condition is to help others, no matter the conditions in which he finds himself or how he treats me.”*
What do you think my dear readers, would you be able to help a person who has treated you badly just because you do not understand his position, or on the contrary you have a heart with the pleasure to serve others no matter how they have treated you?
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It is hard to be humble.
My dear reader friends, I hope you are well on your way to the day of love and friendship, today I want to share with you a topic about humility.
Very often we ourselves assume that we are humble people but just one fact is enough to show us that we are not really humble. In order not to speak in plural and that may offend the personal perception that everyone has of themselves, I will speak through my own personal experience.
Many times I thought I was a humble person but I was misinterpreting my introverted personality as a humble person. I immersed myself in a meditation on humility and like a spring that flows joyfully through its flow, so began to flow through my brain in peace at that moment the situations where I thought I was, humble.
I am far from being so, although there are many occasions in which I do not share the idea of making many comments on my works, on many other occasions I have opened my mouth, my thoughts and my hands to write and show how I do good and then I tell it. Maybe with no bad intentions of glorifying myself with it but at the end of the day I was not being humble.
On occasion I have dared to show multiple images of my continued blessings as a detail of my continued joy and gratitude for it, thinking in the quiet of my room I have thought that I should not have done so.
Because there are people who at this moment are missing something very important in their life, maybe it’s a little thing for them, but I am here showering them with images and luxury of details about many things that are of abundance in my life, and it only leaves the feeling that I am making a banner to myself.
I remember a story of an old wise old man and a mouse. It so happens that this little one came into the hands of the wise man by an accident in his life and as providence would have it, it came to the wise man's house, fallen from the ceiling.
The wise man took the mouse into his house and saved it, giving it food and shelter. The mouse stayed with the sage and as the days went by the mouse always faced the dangers of life and the sage saved him.
A cat came to the sage's house and chased his little mouse, the sage turned the mouse into a cat thus saving its life again. Then a dog came and was chasing his mouse, which was now turned into a cat, and so the sage saved it again, turning it into a dog, and so continued the sage saving said mouse until he turned it into a tiger.
People would pass by the sage's house and see the tiger, all the while muttering words like...
"It's not a tiger it's just a converted mouse."
The tiger heard this and his heart grew hard and he planned to get rid of the sage so that he would no longer be associated with him.
The day he decided to attack the sage, the sage quickly realized his situation and suddenly, when the tiger pounced on him, the sage turned the tiger back into his original mouse form and what fell into the sage's body was a tiny mouse once again.
The sage then remarked to the mouse...
"It doesn't matter if we are small or big. We just have to learn to maintain our humble condition."
That is why I decided to make this post for us to think a little if we are like the mouse or if we are like the tiger (which in this case would be “if we are like the mouse in his tiger form”), personally I think that I am humanly imperfect and I apologize because in some moments I have sinned of boasting with things that are insignificant for my personal growth and instead are detrimental to my soul.
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