The thing on my head

El día martes 26 de febrero de 2013 abordé el vuelo Avianca No. 9303 de las 6:30am en la ruta Medallón - Fort Lauderdale, con escala en la ciudad de Vigota. Bajando las escaleras del avión en el puente aéreo en la ciudad de Vigota, aproximadamente a las 7:30am para hacer la conexión, tuve una torcedura de tobillo y estuve a punto de caerme. Afortunadamente alcancé a agarrarme de la baranda y con la ayuda de un pasajero del vuelo evité la caída en las pocas escaleras que me faltaban para descender a la plataforma. Inmediatamente terminé de bajar las escaleras noté que mi tobillo izquierdo estaba hinchado. Muy hinchado.  El personal de Avianca en tierra solicitó una silla de ruedas y fui llevada en ella al counter de la aerolínea donde el personal de Sanidad del puente aéreo realizó un primera evaluación de mi tobillo hinchado en dos partes: parte izquierda del tobillo y en el empeine. El personal de Sanidad decidió que debían llevarme al médico, así que me trasportaron en un...

Warning: this post most likely will have more than one spelling and grammar mistake The last 3 years living in the US has brought many challenges and changes to my life (or are life?). I lived for around 25 years with bad spelling without care. Family members, classmates, coworkers, and acquaintances did make fun of me from time to time, and the middle school spelling contests are still part of my nightmares. However, my bad spelling never stooped my academic and professional achievements nor affected my daily life, until 2009. I moved to the USA in 2009, before that I never felt the need to tell every single person that my spelling was poor even though my spoken English is pretty good. I didn't have to tell anyone that I am dyslexic, in fact, some of my friends maybe don't even know that or that growing up I spent almost two afternoons per week on therapy for my dyslectic dysgraphia.   When I was a kid in therapy I used to play many, many memory games. The therapis...

(Abajo Español) "It is one of the severest test of friendship to tell your friend of his faults. If you are angry with a man, or hate him, it is not hard to go to him and stab him with words; but so to love a man that you cannot bear to see the stain of sin upon him, and speak painful truth through loving words--this is friendship. Our enemies usually teach us what we are, at the point of the sword" — Henry Ward Beeche. I woke up this mooring thinking of friends and mistakes. Mistakes that have cost me friendships. I know, and I'm sure, I may have not always be there for my friends in the way they had needed me to be; indeed, some times I have opened my mouth when it was time to be in silence and listen. I'm harsh, imprudent and moody; likewise, not always notices my falls and usually feel that I'm right! However, I believe, I'm able to deal with my mistakes and humbly recognize when I have done wrong, trying to be a better person and, if possi...

Change is the only thing that is constant in the universe, yet, sometimes, I have a hard time accepting that is happening, that have happened, and will happen again; however I will get there. I know I have changed, as well my relationships with others: family, coworkers and friends. Some of this changes have been easy, others are still hard, but at the end they are necessary for growth and transforming me in the person I want to be. I know that nothing in life is random, and all little things are part of a the bigger picture. Is hard to open up to change, but it is part of human nature, and the universe. When the process of adaptation to what is new ends, it may be easier to see new opportunities and the past with other eyes. Learn for your experience and mistakes, and keep becoming a better person.