paraphrase my favorite Peruvian poet, Vallejo, I must say that there are blows in life so strong that they are not just physical beatings, but those who are feeling the laziness of humans. A few days ago, I had a little accident, that if not because I was watching my mother (I believe it was so) at this time would be in the cemetery or perhaps in the hospital.
turns out that when I went to work early on Saturday morning, there were many people before me, waiting to cross the street at the time (foolish me) I've tried to put forward, stepping on sardinel and suddenly bang! I do not know what happened, I went to the ground, rather fell to the track, when it was still a red light, instantly fall, spent my life as a film and I started seeing my life since the accident, of how I run over a white car, how to take me to hospital, how my children would worry, if you were desperate, that he who would care ... etc.
So when I realized everything that could happen, and I woke up, saw the white car to a meter of me, I heard the brakes, only my cry. And when I woke up, the pain was so intense that tears immediately came to my eyes.
I got up and went back to fit on the shoulder, still passing cars, but what hurt me most was the indifference and apathy of the people, no one said or did absolutely nothing ... Why
costs the human being to be nice or at least have a look even caressing, a sign something?
I missed my mother so much in that moment. I treat people as I'd like to treat me. This has taught me that if I ever see someone go through a similar situation to mine, not indifferent. Equally important is the word, the touch and gesture! And it costs so little!
I fell into the position of women in the picture, it hurt me a lot. But here I am still, bruised in the soul, but alive. Fortunately !
turns out that when I went to work early on Saturday morning, there were many people before me, waiting to cross the street at the time (foolish me) I've tried to put forward, stepping on sardinel and suddenly bang! I do not know what happened, I went to the ground, rather fell to the track, when it was still a red light, instantly fall, spent my life as a film and I started seeing my life since the accident, of how I run over a white car, how to take me to hospital, how my children would worry, if you were desperate, that he who would care ... etc.
So when I realized everything that could happen, and I woke up, saw the white car to a meter of me, I heard the brakes, only my cry. And when I woke up, the pain was so intense that tears immediately came to my eyes.
I got up and went back to fit on the shoulder, still passing cars, but what hurt me most was the indifference and apathy of the people, no one said or did absolutely nothing ... Why
costs the human being to be nice or at least have a look even caressing, a sign something?
I missed my mother so much in that moment. I treat people as I'd like to treat me. This has taught me that if I ever see someone go through a similar situation to mine, not indifferent. Equally important is the word, the touch and gesture! And it costs so little!
I fell into the position of women in the picture, it hurt me a lot. But here I am still, bruised in the soul, but alive. Fortunately !