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A Moment of Reflection
by Lilia M. Fiallo

It is not the same, condone unhealthy situations, to give true love. It is not the same to consent to unhealthy behaviors, than to correct on time.

Confuse the true love and make us slaves of our children, consenting to all kinds of behaviors and actions, breaking the rules and standards, moral values and virtues that by simple logic and common sense must prevail at home, leave expose a bleak and gloomy future.

They say that innocently sins, is innocently condemned and is real, when consenting situations, gave poisonous fruits. Life is not a game and is not worth pawning it.

We never finished to know our children!, so giving of ourselves completely forgetting about our own essence and the respect for life, is a mistake. Sponsor our burial at the hands of the children poorly bred and poorly educated, we will understand it late as we see our mistakes.

Such as Elisa and John, there are thousands and thousands of parents who are always there to please their children, all likes and extravagances, sinking into delusion they build, without listening and thinking. Yoe was growing, without dealing with his studies and doing something prosperous, nesting in his mind hatred and indifference towards his parents, so the evil rode in his being in all its actions; never addressed them by calling them: “Mom or Dad, I want such a thing, or I need something”, If he spoke to them, saying: “Hey, Y need this…, or I want that…” While valuables disappeared from home as charm.

A miracle happened in the minds of his parents. Elisa and John on the brink stopped to analyze the situation and were able to consider; finally put order in their hearts, and thus, recovered their house centimeter by centimeter they were losing. Although late, but “in time” peace returned to their lives.

If they had followed that path, today they would be cloistered in their own defeat, or perhaps, in a quarter of a haven for older adults for allowing to be dominated by that ruthless character. And if he had died, or perhaps she, the few belongings of the two, along with the house would had changed owner quickly.

Nothing worse than going through the loss of her husband or the spouse. It seems that the world collapsed at the foot of the person that has been mired in the most difficult situations. And, like vultures who lurk for prey, close relatives are there, looking for the moment, to approach, seeming comfort and hope in the life of the poor helpless widower. As if outside as a general rule, individuals, are influenced by those who come to them for apparently to console them.

The least a person who has ended alone, must do is to think about himself, putting the head before putting the heart. Before such trouble, an irreparable mistake, such as signing documents on moneys or property, giving the rights, that later, when they think, cannot be reverse, because now he or she is alone and penniless.

Once inheriting the property where he or she lives, being aware of what was done, he or she has to pray to God so that he rests there until the last moment of his existence, enjoying good health, but if one of your five senses and their humanity fails does not stand firm the future that awaits you is nothing flattering and then you have to repeat what Sarita said, when her son and grandchildren took her to a 12-story building which houses more than 250 grandparents, many of them in agony state. On the third day she was there she went to the dining room and was left collapsed when she saw a room full of grandparents; She then said: “No, this is not for me”, “What can I do to return to my house, if all are against me?”.

Lilia M. Fiallo was born in Bogotá, Colombia, where, between tasks and free time, she found a place to write about subjects, somehow forgotten by others. With gold letters engraved in her memory, she began her working life, in the heart of the technical part, of the air traffic control of her native country. In the midst of aeronautical phraseology and codes, the world of aviation gave her one of the highest experiences, because of the precision required by this craft, where a single mistake could cost many lives. It is there, where in her concern to communicate her ideas, she begins to write with dedication, themes a little relegated by society, the Church and the State. Discovering a truth that nobody wants to talk about, but much more real and everyday, than it seems. It is thus, as it appears, her first work, “Parir por parir”.
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