I've been sick with the flu for several days. Yesterday I spent most of the day in bed and I had told myself that I wouldn't write anything on the blog today.
However, here I am, writing in the middle of the night again, taking advantage of a break from a severe headache that has been pounding my head for the last few hours. I'm not writing this article thinking of any politician or any famous person. I know that very serious things are happening in the world, but today, while my neurons let me, I want to dedicate these lines to the most important people I know in the world: my parents.
I am lucky to write these lines knowing that they will be able to read them. I am not among the richest or the smartest, but I consider myself a very lucky man because God put me in this world next to two wonderful people, who have dedicated their lives to taking care of me and my brothers, to transmitting to us values in which you are not a better person for what you have, but for how you treat others, in which the greatest wealth is not having material gifts, but having a good education and doing good to those around you.
Nowadays there are many fantasy films that show us superheroes capable of doing prodigious things. In my case, I have the best superheroes in my family and they are made of flesh and blood. They are two people who have always acted with infinite patience, understanding and affection, who have made countless sacrifices for me, often without me even thanking them.
For some time now, one of the most difficult challenges that I have taken on with this blog is being able to live up to my parents and be able to transmit the teachings that they transmitted to me. It is not easy, because I do not have as much patience nor am I as good as they are. Yes, I can say that everything that is really worthwhile in these pages is what they have transmitted to me, especially the love of God and Spain and the defense of truth, justice and the weakest. That is why I am so stubborn and I do not give in on these matters: to betray that would be to disappoint my parents, and if there's one thing I want to be able to say tomorrow, when people ask me, it's that I'm their son.
Mom, Dad: thank you, from the bottom of my heart.
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Photo: Elentir. Cross of San Julián, on Monte Aloya (Tuy, Galicia).
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