Sometimes you realize that you were made of wonderful gifts.
Today I had yet another confirmation of how wonderful life is and how, along the path that distinguishes me, I have met many exceptional people who share the road.
meeting this afternoon "my" boys, a group of 12-13-14 year olds are characterized by the qualities of all those of their age, especially an irrepressible joie de vivre that always leaves me spellbound.
I presume to call them "my" but I do not pretend to believe that they are real. Mine is a way to keep them close, because losing them would be a pain too great, leave a void hard to fill.
are insecure, my kids, sometimes a little 'uncertain, often tenderness to make me fear and recognize fears that they were also mine, for I reserve the right sweetness when interested in me, for the warmth with which we greet you and make you feel part of the group.
We were all sitting in a circle, listening to the testimonies of lives beautiful, and looking around I watched them all, one by one. I thought that was special to have them all there, to share a moment together, and I thought there would be another place where I wanted to be.
are special, my kids. They are the ones that I should be an educator and instead educate me every time about what it means to love and devote himself to another.
I always thought that happiness, the real one did not exist. That was something unreachable, too high, an excessive claim. I thought of having to please.
I was wrong.
