COTTON FIELDS, SUN SPOTS, SCIENCE, FULL MOONS, SUN STROKES, MYSTICISM, MARTIAL ARTS, YOGA AND ME.---PART TWO
part TWO
As a ten year old child a thick, heavy and
old philosophy book arrived to my hands. Immediately I fell in deep love with
this amazing heavy book. I felt like
this book had belonged to me. This book was mine! Imagine at ten years of age
turning each page with great care, smelling its age; it was published in 1898.
So, having a lot time to kill before the first cotton picker arrived with his
cotton I had all Morning long to read, because the Philosophy book was very
heavy, I took my next high school book on Physics. I stared to enjoy all the
knowledge contained in this book. Every morning I arrive at this field and
already there were some cotton pickers in a squash position smoking “funny”
smelling cigarettes. Here I learned about how marihuana smells. I never saw
these very poor people as addicts. I saw them as human beings trying to make a
descent living. Due to my working on these cotton fields I couldn’t find a
place at the junior high school morning classes, so instead of regretting this
disadvantage I had to start at a junior high school night school, where half
the students were my age and the rest in their early twenties even in their
early thirties.
This was a great advantage for me, because I
was able to set my priorities in life. When it wasn’t summer time I worked
almost for free at an aunt's, my mother's youngest sister at a liquor store
just crossing the bridge from Brownsville Texas. The plan was when I finished
high school I would travel and study at a University Chemistry as my major. But
destiny played a major role in my life, this family suddenly was poor due to an
automobile accident, so I was forced to find new ways to attend Collage and
finish a career in Chemistry.
My father then decided to the entire family
move to either Mexico City or to Monterrey It was, at that time where Collage
Education was almost free. All was required was food and shelter. Mexico City
was out of the question because of the very long distances I had to travel.
Monterrey was the best choice.
I enrolled at
a Technical school. This was a preparatory school where with good grades I
would be sent to New Mexico with a scholarship, but suddenly tragedy struck our
lives. I was nineteen years old at that time, and my youngest brother just nine
when playing with gasoline with other children he burned badly one of his legs,
from ankle to knee. My father in his ignorance didn't take him to a hospital
right away he waited two weeks until I felt dead very near and I told my father
to take my brother to a hospital, which he obeyed-.My brother was to weak to
resist his leg amputation so they decided to wait for three days Before
performing an operation. I was the one to spend all night with him. God
illuminated and told me that I had healing hands, so during several times during
the long nights I placed my hands above his burned leg, already smelling like
rotten meat. It took me just two nights to heal my brother and the surgeons
were amazed at his rapid recovery. To make this story short my brother didn't
lose his leg, but another big tragedy was about to happened
Amorifer-alden
As a ten year old child a thick, heavy and
old philosophy book arrived to my hands. Immediately I fell in deep love with
this amazing heavy book. I felt like
this book had belonged to me. This book was mine! Imagine at ten years of age
turning each page with great care, smelling its age; it was published in 1898.
So, having a lot time to kill before the first cotton picker arrived with his
cotton I had all Morning long to read, because the Philosophy book was very
heavy, I took my next high school book on Physics. I stared to enjoy all the
knowledge contained in this book. Every morning I arrive at this field and
already there were some cotton pickers in a squash position smoking “funny”
smelling cigarettes. Here I learned about how marihuana smells. I never saw
these very poor people as addicts. I saw them as human beings trying to make a
descent living. Due to my working on these cotton fields I couldn’t find a
place at the junior high school morning classes, so instead of regretting this
disadvantage I had to start at a junior high school night school, where half
the students were my age and the rest in their early twenties even in their
early thirties.
This was a great advantage for me, because I
was able to set my priorities in life. When it wasn’t summer time I worked
almost for free at an aunt's, my mother's youngest sister at a liquor store
just crossing the bridge from Brownsville Texas. The plan was when I finished
high school I would travel and study at a University Chemistry as my major. But
destiny played a major role in my life, this family suddenly was poor due to an
automobile accident, so I was forced to find new ways to attend Collage and
finish a career in Chemistry.
My father then decided to the entire family
move to either Mexico City or to Monterrey It was, at that time where Collage
Education was almost free. All was required was food and shelter. Mexico City
was out of the question because of the very long distances I had to travel.
Monterrey was the best choice.
I enrolled at
a Technical school. This was a preparatory school where with good grades I
would be sent to New Mexico with a scholarship, but suddenly tragedy struck our
lives. I was nineteen years old at that time, and my youngest brother just nine
when playing with gasoline with other children he burned badly one of his legs,
from ankle to knee. My father in his ignorance didn't take him to a hospital
right away he waited two weeks until I felt dead very near and I told my father
to take my brother to a hospital, which he obeyed-.My brother was to weak to
resist his leg amputation so they decided to wait for three days Before
performing an operation. I was the one to spend all night with him. God
illuminated and told me that I had healing hands, so during several times during
the long nights I placed my hands above his burned leg, already smelling like
rotten meat. It took me just two nights to heal my brother and the surgeons
were amazed at his rapid recovery. To make this story short my brother didn't
lose his leg, but another big tragedy was about to happened
Amorifer-alden
© 2009 Created by Alliance for a New Humanity on Ning. Create a Ning Network!
