The impact has been with the last train of the night, the one that comes from Orense, entering almost 10 minutes late on the cold night of Santiago. He has been paralyzed on the side of the road from back to back. He can't walk ...
It has been one of the saddest moments I've lived lately, those sad eyes asking me another chance to live, there without being able to move in the rain. A beautiful white labrador puppy wanting to live. I have not been able to keep looking… we have called the Police and after a while he came to pick him up. I don't know what his future will be. Maybe I don't want to know either ...
Although in this painful way I think for a moment that one cannot always be thinking about the future, planning and reflecting on what remains to come. Life is very short, sometimes much more than one would want and although this is still a small and humble travel blog, in which its authors tell us our passion for traveling and sometimes, our traveling reflections, we believe that the best trip is life itself, the one we always forget.
Every year, every November 23, the person who has named the web appears, the person whose life is not short. The most knowledgeable person in the world, full of life, full of experiences ... It is pure energy and today meets! 97 years! She is not an "old lady", far from it. His head is better than that of many of us (something really amazing) and his advice and anecdotes are worth much more than all the gold bullion of the New York Federal Reserve.
Crossroad. That's life. She is clear about it and it is for everyone around us. Every day we decide what we want to do with it, leaving aside another option, many times better, but never looking back. When my life stops, it stops for a moment and I don't stop where to push. I always remember Grandma's stories. That bomb, which in the middle of the Civil War fell in the yard of his house while the garbage went down. Of the many options she did not wrinkle or become paralyzed. He heard his whistle as he fell and ran to take refuge, while watching the bomb drop where he had been. I wanted to live. Not so he treated her on other occasions, when on December 24 her faithful husband vanished into her hands with whom she had been happy all her life and with whom she fell thanks to another crossroads she would give for a book. His desire to live has made him overcome 2 pneumonia and all winter bronchitis attempts that want to grab a small body of just 30 kilos.
My head cannot understand how people lose the desire to live. As mental health, the most delicate, can make that decision. I suppose that before learning to look you have to learn to see and not everyone gets it or not everyone has had a person next to us as we have had.
Today is November 23, and we celebrate his 97th birthday, but the party will be the Weekend when the whole family comes across Spain or even from Italy, by car or plane or even by boat, to celebrate one more year LIFE made person. It's the grandmother cotters. The grandmother who with almost a century behind her still has the same illusions and ... LIVES TO LIVE than the first day.
Although not a reason for this blog, today I wanted to write something I wanted to keep well. I can't forget the face of that beautiful white labrador puppy. I am sad to think about it. I just hope that as I write these lines, once a few days have passed, and like my grandmother, I still have those… !! YOU WIN TO LIVE!
“The best moment of the day is now” Pierre Bonnard
DEDICATED TO THE BEST PERSON IN THE WORLD, GRANDMA CHAVETAS