The Great Strength of Charity

The Great Strength of Charity

One evening when the sun died, many evenings ago, lying on the floor of our old house Chulucanas, was absorbed, as a strong man wielding a weapon he saw a man with a hard metal strength, did not know if it was Tarzan or Tawa-heroes old comic-but look at it I discovered with astonishment that it was my father! Palacios was Don Miguelito (and he was known in my country, because it was a good man) and I lived all my childhood remembering and comparing that with the strong man strongman carob of my people, they nap under whose shadow was watching the green meadow Piura valley high, watching the awesome and mysterious hill VICUS in whose entrails were hidden stories, figurines and treasures, breathing the fresh breeze of the afternoon dreaming of a better future, learning from him that the reptiles that crawl and fly and birds always taught us to fly, every time we were climbing the hill kept repeating “we are at the top”, which was the goal, which was the leitmotiv to fight in life taught us to believe in God, we taught to climb as a janitor at the monopoly of the Salt finished as Inspector of the Bank of the Nation, taught us to stand up after the fall learning from each failure.

Today has been many years, we are still together and we have nothing to reclaim the life, live happily ever after, enjoying what we had, little or nothing to regulate the biological course you have become gray, limp and has finished in the top Lima INEN operating rooms to battle a degenerative process, you’re faced with pride to the Cobalt, has stoically endured difficult times always facing a cancer and you walk around your 80 years, wearing your strength of spirit, the same spirit always with you, as a devotee of Santa Rosa de Lima and San Martin de Porres and when the inexorable course of life takes you to the ultimate night and you’re alone with God, sitting on one side of the balance and have to account for your actions, you have to do a summary of your life Fear not! Celi Julia inseparable from your Palacios and your children have nothing to reclaim, not reproach you nothing! (Who like you, do not know how I envy you.) Have you met Don Miguelito Palacios, here in town is always the green meadow, lush mesquite, the cool evening breeze, the imposing mountain and the flight of birds, always hard top and there will be YOU! there you look and every gesture of charity, kindness, solidarity there will be you, there you will find and meanwhile, enjoy your old age, knowing you want for yours i my dear old man!

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