A Day In Our Life

One day in our lives.

There is no doubt that, no one wants to try to ignore, not all days are alike, there are some that make us feel its meaning the enormous impact they have on our lives.

Distributed throughout the calendar, they stand as milestones, such as sequences that mark important milestones in the long journey of a lifetime.

When I turn comes, need not be advertised, not dependent on our memory, they have their own life and make us know certainly are not recorded on our minds these days are burned into our hearts.

There was a first time in my childhood, I knew the name of one of them, that day was not just an April 20 that day, I had no clear understanding of the circumstances, that day was the day of my birth Since then, year after year, their arrival marked, as when we travel in a taxi, drop a card, which indicates the elapsed time and the cumulative value of our journey.

Long ago, I would say always, my birthday and I, we found each other alone like that, if we were attending each other, no one would notice that both were present, it has been until now, with some very few exceptions.

So, the next twenty-four hours, we belong to both, only two of us know as no one will ever know and cherish each and every one of the alternatives as marcantes, that life has given us, and it alone, life, we say, someday, when this intimate relationship will end.

The truth is that it has, and surely, so will every year, from very small things I knew would not be easy for me, the reality and harshness of life were teaching me every day, my hands were scarce environment protective to turn or who expect some sort of attention or coverage if something wanted, Dad or Mom would not, not because I had not, I had them, but far, far away was, in the immediacy of its priorities, the power adequately addressed, let alone, trying to satisfy in some way, however modest they may be, my basic needs.

When it was my sixth birthday, I went to work, said it this way, it seems trivial, at least so it seems to me, because despite being this fact known to many, no one ever gave any signs of sensitivity, that how you work from six years old? , Nice, congratulations! and that was it.







Since I have no intention of turning this article into a melodramatic story, I will not venture into details of what it means in the life of a child six years, the decision to go to work in order to not only self-sufficient in their own needs, but also to assist those in your environment that need that much or more.

If I try to describe what I add that I live alone since I have eleven years, and when I say alone, is just that, alone, without protection or family support, that is, neither more nor less than face life adult if he were a master of his fate.

Now, dear reader, if you're wondering how this could happen if the situation does not imply that describe what is now known as domestic violence that a child subjected to this type of experience, has run serious risks, which could be killed, violated, exploited, it could be a criminal, a drug addict, depraved, and so on. and so on., I can only reply that of course, yes, might be all that and much more.

It is in these moments of assessment of what might have been, that one feels like a cold that goes through the spine, you know that at that age, children are extremely vulnerable, but also the extreme circumstances as described, power forces and resources of the extreme situations that allow a glimpse of a thin thread that separates the waters between good and evil, and although not yet clearly perceived, you can feel the presence of guardian angels, which assume different identities, faces of our environment that act when needed and we are told, in a very peculiar, they are there to give us their help, no matter what happens.

This sense remains in me ever since, to the point, that when someone asks me: What has been the most influential institution in your training?

My immediate response is simply to this: I have been trained at the University of? Angeles, and while it may, I am referring to the one located in Los ANGELES, California.

As can be seen, there are days of our lives that are very peculiar meaning is obvious, do not depend on calendar, written in this article certainly does not exhaust all that can be said about this particular day, I just mentioned in passing so that the reader can intuit within himself, all things are nested in the mind and heart, on a day like today.

Hugo W. Arostegui