Millionares of Knowledge - Los Dias del Amor

This is the first blog of many to come.  The below narrates all that is to come, consider it a brief summary of the many stories from my childhood.  My life was not always painted with the finest paint brushes an artist can find, however,  I earned that special stroke learning to strive without complaint. 

 

Life changes drastically! Coming from a third world country without speaking a drop of English, learning how to earn that American Dream (which I have come to know can be what you make it to be), is a challenge of it's own.  This is my story and the many who have walked with me and given me a reason to continue to work hard and not submit to the tragedies of difficulties and surrendering is not an option. 

 

I can be a fast writter, however, I will allow time to take control of things. 

 

And it goes somethng like this....

 

...."Our papa Chico. He is the greatest of all beings that God has ever placed in our lives. To this date, his memory, his love, and his smiles and stories continue to ponder through us. Never was there a man put on earth to be such a watchful angel....."

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"Yes, those were the days of learning. Where every day we had to be up by 5am, milk the cows, pull the eggs, and make breakfast for the little hungry crowd. Nights, were the best, when there was a full moon: we sat there to watch and listen to the stories our Papa Chico told. All while having a bomb fire lit, staring into the deep sky many were the stars and great was our imagination; where every star danced with delicacy over and over the great blue sky – the moon directed the movements as if leading a great orchestra with ballerinas, the clouds closed the evening show with the heavenly curtains and a great roar of the sweeping wind and all the while the faint, distant applauses of the 5 kids and their Papa were carried by the night’s winds into the darkness of the trees, mixed by the chanting frogs calling for rain. Such was the end of our every night in peace and total awe for our world and imagination."
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....."Those were the best moments of our lives. To sit there and rest our heads on the hay or lay by our Papa Chico’s fierce beats – the bulls who pulled with mighty strength the carriages loaded with the harvested crops. Those were our beasts, once seated, were as sweet and delicate as a leaf slowly falling from a tree onto the calm waters of the rivers below..."

...."We often ran shoeless, we didn’t care. Our days were filled with many mischievous and mini adventures. We built tree houses, forts for great battles, ran up and down hill to conquer our territories, and ran up to protect ourselves from the surrounding enemies – younger siblings and cousins who could not climb. Oh, how do I long for those old days to return, to touch my heart and leave me breathless. To drag me back for one instance and feel that emotion and high spirits of running free. ..."

..."It was our best of times to wonder the rivers, swing from the vines above the rocky waters below. It was then when we experienced the excitement of solitude covered by our imagination of great conquest of adventures..."

 

*Los Dias del Amor = the days of Love