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water flow. The truck

I share my contribution to that continuing my column Paco dear friend Martin, who regularly graces us with his great ability to write and translate in words what he feels. If you want to read the full column ( pitcher here). Yesterday

as many mornings, when I got my job because I got a pleasant surprise. Jo! How much had grown the flow of the throat?.

When we were on the way for it, I answered my holy the question that I had made "will have grown much water flow? more skeptical he replied:
- way! little more will rise, it has rained but not both.

arrived, they arrived at that place of dreams in the pool named the throat Tables Pedro Chate, we were astounded the four, to see the flood water had throat.
The disappointment came when I started to spend the day, and it had grown rapidly than the water level, that same rush down the river flow.

What a shame! thought that water would remain for a long stay, but sadly for our dissatisfaction, such as wine, almost goes marching.

made me ponder this fact, just as in everyday life, but appreciate the seconds, minutes, hours, and something very precious, bearing in mind that today is present, that yesterday is behind me and tomorrow it will be the future, contributing more than to build and do, bring to desolate, to live passively, waiting for something to happen we do it more bearable. But that event is already there, day after day is a gift, every day offers us something new, something is not worthy of scorn, but to exploit.

There is a well ours, one that very English, which reads:

"Do not leave for tomorrow what you can do today" or one that reads:

"The little things are the essence of life "

So if rectify is wise, why do not you knowingly or unknowingly that you're in the position side or the wrong action or decide not correct, contribute more to destroy, rather than joining dissolve, so that together we move forward?

everyone's job is not just a few.

I invite you to also read the following entry : http://hogardelaluz.blogspot.com/2009/11/dia-mundial-del-sida.html

How Long Can Person With Severe Anorexia Survive?

The large stream, the rain had dilated to the vineyard, we are, stuck an old truck, lost all under its load of grass and oranges. A girl, torn and dirty, crying on a wheel, trying to help with the push of the borricuelo pechillo flowering, smaller, alas, and thinner than Platero. And the colt is spite against the wind, trying in vain to start the cart from the mud, shouting the girl sobbing. His effort was futile, as the brave boys, as the flight of those tired of the summer breezes that fall in a faint, among the flowers.
Pat
Platero and, as I could, I was hooked on the truck in front of the donkey miserable. Then forced him with a loving rule, and Platero, flip, truck and donkey pulled the hook, and I went up the hill. What a smile on the girl! It was as if the afternoon sun, which was broken, to be among the clouds of water in yellow crystals, we light a blackened dawn after their tears.

With his tearful joy, I offered two chosen orange, thin, heavy, round. I took them gratefully, and the donkey gave him a weak, as sweet relief, another Platero, as a golden prize.

I share this poem, which just moments ago we have been reading my daughter Elizabeth and I, really helps to think again about different situations that we can find in the way of our life, if someone is stuck why not help him its load is less heavy, but as always essential factor is that the person concerned is willing to receive such assistance.

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