The scene occurs in a humble neighborhood in a populous city of any Latin American country: a lady returns from their workplaces in the field and sees with horror as the flames consume her home. She cares the most because it is on the verge of losing everything you have meaning in your life and is not precisely the ranch but the small Jose Carlos who was only in place. Without a meditate it even at the risk of their own physical integrity, penetrates through the menacing flames, picks up his son and leaves immediately with him next to his chest. The House is reduced to ashes but mother and son survive and resets without problems of Burns suffered mainly in their limbs. The mother feels new encouragement to place by your existence, and especially by his son. With much effort manages to educate him and a few years later Jose Carlos is a recognized character in your environment.
One day they are invited to give a lecture at the University and someone asks you for the childhood incident where only could saved by the bravery of a noble and loving woman. All move with the story but reach the climax of emotion when he shows them the scars of your ankles and feet. A moment later, while again shoes says: but this is nothing. The truly revealing scars of the facts are those of my mother. She not imported Burns of his hands, his feet, his face even, but the rescue of his son and that son I am students began to clap and were put in feet in homage, not so much who disertaba, but who had risked life to save him from the flames. Love should be given time and at all times. Who best defines the characteristics of this beautiful feeling is St. Paul in his first letter to the Corinthians when he writes: love is patient, is helpful, love is not jealous, love is not boastful, it not engrie, does nothing indecoros, does not seek its own interests, it doesn’t irritate, it does not consider evil, is not enjoying of the injustice, more rejoices with the truth, everything an excuse, all believed, everything is waiting for you, everything supports it,.
Love expires ever that last sentence contains no whole philosophy of love: never expires. And seems to be reaffirmed in the famous phrase of St. Augustine: measure l of love is to love without measure congratulations to all readers at this time of love and friendship. Carry us with friends as we would like that they carry with us and remember with Aristotle that friendship is one soul inhabiting two bodies and a heart that is found in two souls. Alejandro Rutto Martinez is a renowned journalist and Colombian writer, linked as a teacher at several Colombian universities. He is author of four books and co-author of three others in which addresses the theme of leadership, ethics, and human development. He is frequently invited as a speaker at conferences, forums, and other academic events. Get in touch with him through corrreo or call cell 300 8055526.