Un aguacate o palta sobre la mesa, es la manifestaci贸n del suceso que comenz贸 con el desperfecto ocurrido a la pedalera que por lo general est谩 debajo de la misma mesa.
Fue a principios de mayo, cuando mi esposa empez贸 a ejercitarse con este sencillo equipo por recomendaci贸n de su m茅dico, como el m谩s recomendable para la artrosis que le afecta las rodillas, cadera y en ocasiones hasta la cervical.
Al parecer es preferible pedalear, que caminar, pues genera menos impacto sobre las articulaciones.
No ha transcurrido un mes y siente el efecto positivo del ejercicio diario, pero sin avisar, el aparato se rompi贸.
Nada irreparable, pero solo mediante una soldadura. Como no conozco el oficio, ni dispongo de las herramientas, separ茅 las piezas involucradas y sal铆 a buscar un taller donde me pudieran resolver el problema.
Camin茅 dos cuadras y el taller mec谩nico, estaba cerrado, contin煤e hasta la siguiente donde hay un herrero, pero tambi茅n cerrado. De regreso le pregunt茅 a un se帽or que estaba desarmando el motor de un auto cerca de la esquina de casa, donde con frecuencia reparan autos y motos, o los lavan.
El hombre, luego de observar las piezas y opinar, me respondi贸: "el Johnny te lo resuelve", y procedi贸 a llamarlo.
El tal Johnny estaba bastante ocupado buscando repuestos para reparar la direcci贸n de una camioneta, que luego supe es suya, por lo que me ofreci贸 hacer el trabajo cuando terminara con la camioneta.
La camioneta es vieja y el asunto se le complic贸, por lo que tuve que esperar unos d铆as, solo dos, pero el que espera, desespera.
Cuando me entreg贸 las piezas soldadas y le pregunte cu谩nto le deb铆a por su trabajo, respondi贸 que nada, que solo hab铆an sido unos minutos de trabajo.
Se neg贸 a recibir dinero alguno, disculp谩ndose por la tardanza, as铆 que llev茅 los pedales a casa y regres茅 con unos jabones de los que yo elaboro, como muestra de gratitud.
Estos s铆 los acepto. Conversamos un poco y me explic贸 que solo repara sus propios veh铆culos, pues su negocio son los fletes.
Antes de despedirnos, me obsequi贸 el aguacate, que recoge de su patio, aunque el 谩rbol es del vecino, pero las ramas cruzan la pared.
De esta manera, lo que en principio fue un inconveniente, me llev贸 a conocer a un mec谩nico de la misma edad que yo, procedente del Chaco, y a un joven y servicial emprendedor al que llaman el Johnny.
Claro que ahora, en mi agenda, figura con su nombre real Jonathan y en vez del apellido, Fletes y log铆stica. Pues as铆 se identifica su empresa.
Una experiencia de solidaridad y servicio desinteresado que genera mejores relaciones, agradecimiento y confianza en los seres humanos.
Un aguacate que da fruto cuando comienza el invierno en Buenos Aires es un milagro menor al lado del servicio desinteresado al pr贸jimo.
Una historia real y verdadera a la que solo he cambiado el nombre de la calle. Escrita en mi natal espa帽ol, acompa帽ada con fotos propias del viejo Motorola y la tablet Amazon fire. Traducida al ingles por Google Traductor.
Miracle on K Street
An avocado on the table is the manifestation of the event that began with the failure of the pedal board, which is usually located under the table itself.
It was in early May when my wife started exercising with this simple piece of equipment, on the recommendation of her doctor, as the most recommended for the osteoarthritis that affects her knees, hips, and sometimes even her neck.
Apparently, pedaling is preferable to walking, as it generates less impact on the joints.
Less than a month had passed and he was feeling the positive effects of daily exercise, but without warning, the machine broke.
Nothing irreparable, but only with welding. Since I didn't know the trade and didn't have the tools, I separated the parts involved and went out to find a garage where they could solve the problem.
I walked two blocks and the mechanic's shop was closed. I continued to the next block where there was a blacksmith, but that was also closed. On the way back, I asked a man who was disassembling a car engine near the corner of my house, where they frequently repair cars and motorcycles or wash them.
The man, after looking at the parts and giving his opinion, replied, "Johnny will fix it for you," and proceeded to call him.
This Johnny was quite busy looking for spare parts to repair the steering of a pickup truck, which I later learned was his, so he offered me the job when he was finished with the truck.
The truck is old and things got complicated, so I had to wait a few days鈥攋ust two, but waiting is dying.
When he handed me the welded parts and I asked him how much I owed him for his work, he replied that nothing, that it had only been a few minutes of work.
He refused to accept any money, apologizing for the delay, so I took the pedals home and returned with some of the soaps I make as a token of gratitude.
I did accept these. We chatted a bit, and he explained that he only repairs his own vehicles, as his business is freight.
Before we say goodbye, he gives me the avocado he picked from his yard, even though the tree belongs to a neighbor, but the branches cross the wall.
So, what was initially an inconvenience led me to meet a mechanic the same age as me, from Chaco, and a young and helpful entrepreneur they call Johnny.
Of course, now, his real name, Jonathan, appears in my address book, and instead of his last name, "Fletes y log铆stica" (Freight and Logistics). That's how his company identifies itself.
An experience of solidarity and selfless service that generates better relationships, gratitude, and trust in human beings.
An avocado that bears fruit at the beginning of winter in Buenos Aires is a minor miracle compared to selfless service to others.
A true story, only the street name has been changed. Written in my native Spanish, accompanied by photos of my old Motorola and Amazon Fire tablet. Translated into English by Google Translate.