EST MAN ON EARTH IS THE STREET VENDOR CANDYMAN

  Dear friends, brothers and sisters suddenly this sunday morning came to my mind an image long time remaining in this brain. How one day as I was about only seven years old thought that the luckiest profession on this planet was the one experienced by a simple stret vendor candyman. I told this one evening while having dinner with my parents my exact words were: "Mom and dad I now know what I want to be when I grow up" My parents very surprised by this unespected statement made they ask me : Son, that's a wonderful news, do you wish to become a doctor or a teacher or an enginerr"? I didn't answer this question right away, because to be it was very obvious that to become a streett vendor candyman was the most amazing job of all! I had noticed how all the children's faces were illuminated just by listening to the loud voice of this wonderful man as he approached walking down our streets. To my child's comprehension this person was indeed a very previlaged human being because he brought happiness, momentary happinesses by the way, but anyway he was my hero. So very proudly I told my parents that I wçeagerly was waiting to become an adult to be a much loved by children candyman. As both my parents listened in shock my words, first the laugh loudly and then suddenly they both became very serious. That night my trust in the world was pulverized totally. My parents slowly stared to explain to me what real life was about. I had to expect, as I grew older, to face each pasing year with many more obligations and responsabilities and because they both very seriuos, I seldom saw them smile, much less laugh I believed in their words, so for many years I was afraid to grow older. I'm not judging them, because their ignorance had been inherited by their parents. To them living in this world was like living in the jungle, wher the smarest or strongest animal can survive. What I did with my childern was some balanced advice. I taught them to focous on the positive aspects of life, but I also explain to them that a life without discipline is wortless. Life must be most time spent enjoying life and a little or sometimes being serious about solving some issues. I expect Ihave done a good job. When they were still children, to live in a magical world. As teenagers to be aware of the dangers of drugs. By the way If I was invited by American couple to go to the USA to live there , but in a straight way, in a legal way thse people would have helped me with whatever it took. My wife and I never approved because we saw the experiences of many Mexican families who had dared to go to paradise and failed. What I learned very Late was that now everywhere there are the same dangers. What is the morals of my true story?

Love, comprehension and tolerance. Amorifer-alden   3 Comments  on Thursday, April 30th, 2009 Posted by Brigit Christopher on Thursday, April 30th, 2009

Ezequiel, Are morals good to eat? Grins Your parents sound like mine--too serious by half. :<) reply Flag as offensive  on Thursday, April 30th, 2009 Posted by Renay Matthews on Thursday, April 30th, 2009

What a spectacular story. Thank you for sharing. I had simular parents..........I wanted to be a magical fairy...maybe