Hello friends, good morning, and happy Monday. I come to bring you a new story. I hope you enjoy it and remember that it's never too late to start over. Let's go.
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Vicente was admitted to the county hospital. He suffered from pulmonary emphysema; the disease was diagnosed at his 60 years old. After 20 years of living with an oxygen tank to be able to breathe, he was relieved to no longer have that burden, although he had traded it for an oxygen mask. Lying on the bed looking at the ceiling, with his eyes lost and his breathing increasingly choked, Don Vicente sensed that his end was approaching.
However, a thought disturbed him: the words of his mother echoed in his mind over and over again and since words never come alone, he saw the face of his mother advising him.
Vicente my son you have to integrate, make friends, look for a woman who loves you; get married, form a family; there is nothing more beautiful than forming affective bonds, because that will be your legacy, what you will leave in life.
But Vicente never felt interested in socializing or integrating, he thought that the world was not prepared for what he had to give, he remained isolated all his life, like a hermit, he did not make friends, he did not get emotionally involved with any women; he only had one-night affairs with them.
Looking around the 4 walls of that cold room, he felt a great emptiness at being surrounded by that infinite loneliness and thought to himself.
Oh mother how much meaning your words have now, my journey through this life is coming to an end and between shadows I say goodbye ... Perhaps in another life, I will reincarnate and follow your wise advice forever and ever!
As he finished exhaling his last words, Don Vicente felt how his soul was detached from his body. A warm light enveloped his soul, transporting it into the body of a newborn baby. The baby, still with the umbilical cord uncut, began to cry with all the force that his lungs would allow, while he sketched his first smile at a life to which this time he would belong...
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Spanish version
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Hola amigos, buenos días, y que tengan un feliz inicio de semana. Vengo a traerles una nueva historia. Espero que la disfruten y recuerden que nunca es tarde para comenzar de nuevo. Vamos a ello.
Don Vicente estaba internado en el hospital del condado. Padecía de enfisema pulmonar, la enfermedad se le diagnostico a los 60 años. Después de 20 años de tener que vivir con un tanque de oxigeno para poder respirar, sentía un alivio al no tener sobre si esa carga, aunque la había cambiado por una mascarilla de oxigeno. Tendido en la cama mirando al techo, con la mirada perdida y su respiración cada vez mas entrecortada Don Vicente presentía que su final se acercaba.
Sin embargo un pensamiento lo inquietaba: las palabras de su madre retumbaban en su mente una y otra vez y como las palabras nunca vienen solas, vio el rostro de su difunta madre aconsejándolo.
Vicente hijo mío tienes que integrarte, haz amigos, busca una mujer que te ame; cásate, forma una familia; porque no hay nada más hermoso que formar vínculos afectivos, pues ese será tu legado, lo que dejaras en vida.
Pero Don Vicente nunca sintió interés en socializar ni en integrarse, pensaba que el mundo no estaba preparado para lo que él tenía que dar, toda su vida se mantuvo aislado, cual ermitaño, no hizo amigos, no se involucro emocionalmente con ninguna mujer; solo tuvo con ellas amoríos de una noche.
Mirando a su alrededor entre las 4 paredes de aquella fría habitación, sintió un gran vacío al verse rodeado de aquella infinita soledad y pensó para sí mismo.
¡Oh madre cuanto significado tienen ahora tus palabras, mi recorrido por esta vida está llegando a su ocaso y entre sombras me despido… Quizás en otra vida, reencarne y siga tus sabios consejos por y para siempre!
Al terminar de exhalar sus últimas palabras, Don Vicente sintió como su alma se desprendía de su cuerpo. Una cálida luz la envolvía, transportándola al cuerpo de un bebé recién nacido. El bebé aún con el cordón umbilical sin cortar, comenzó a llorar con toda la fuerza que sus pulmones le permitían, mientras esbozaba su primera sonrisa a una vida a la que esta vez sí pertenecería…
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