Now, I Know Him

First impressions are very important, that is how you decide if someone is good or bad for your life. One very important thing is to know how to behave when meeting someone new. Throughout my life I have gone through many first impressions, some bad and some others good. I am a very critical person before and after meeting someone, I know it is bad and I know I have to change, but that is how I am. I find it hard to relate with new people because I am scared to not be liked by them. I keep distance before meeting someone. Sometimes I feel that first impressions count a lot, but it does not determine how the person really is. Because one person can expect, say, be or act like someone who is not. As I mentioned before, I have had many first impressions, but only one marked my life completely.

First impressions are always first impressions for the two persons. It is impossible to meet someone who already knows you. But in my case was totally different. Since I was little I was taught about who was God. My mom taught me that He had created us and had sent His Son to die for the salvation of all. To me that was a fictional story. Honestly I did not know who God was. I had not had the opportunity to meet Him and the truth is that I was not interested in it. Suddenly I was realizing that I had emptiness in me, something indescribable. I felt like nothing was enough for my life. Nothing completes me. Nothing made me feel completely satisfied. I began to doubt, I doubted if indeed I had a purpose in this life. I felt that I was created just to do nothing. My life had no value. That was when he was 10 years old. I know, I was too little, but I felt that way.

All my life since I have memory I went to church every Sunday. Being in my church I met Marcela Perez. It was a girl the same age as me, with the same concept of life, but something about her was not the same as me. Talking with her I realized she had something different. Like a flash of light in her eyes or something that I just could not see, but it could be feel. She constantly talks me about God and what He had done in her life. I did not understand why she speaks about Him, I did not know Him, and I was not interested in knowing Him. Marcela invited me to his home on Saturday, so I went. I remember that day like it was yesterday.

The whole day was a normal day. There was nothing different and I don’t expect something different. I arrive at my friend's house around 4 pm. For my surprise, I was not the only one in there. I felt weird, everyone was looking at me and then kindly they welcomed me. I did not know what all was about, but something in me told me it was fine. At the end of the meeting Marcela put relaxing music and asked me to close my eyes and talk to God. I honestly did not want to do it. How can I was suppose to talk to someone who I did not know. Marcela approached me and said, ''I want to present you someone, His name is God'' and she immediately began to pray for me. I felt something strange in all my being, like an electric current running through my body. I knew God was there. I could not see Him, but I could feel Him.

For me that was the best first impression of my life. Something I will never forget and always kept in my heart. God knows us all before we know Him, He always has a perfect plan for us to know Him in the correct time. He knows everything about us. From that day my life changed completely. Now I dedicate my life to introduce my friends to God. I know that many know about Him, but they have not had the opportunity to meet Him.

There is no one like my mommy

Who do you admire? Well, surely the answers may vary and it is perfect, because each of us have people to admire, and when I say “people to admire” I am not referring exclusively to those who stand on stage and entertain us to the rhythm of their dance and singing of his voice . I mean those people who we really admire because of their perseverance, their values towards others, and toward life. I especially admire my mother for everything she is and for all she fought for a better life for me. She is humble, generous, down-to-earth, and beautiful inside and outside. I really admire her. Before I start writing this blog I asked to me who I really admire. For a moment it was a very difficult question to answer. You cannot admire any person you think of. The people you admire must have to deserve your admiration. I immediately thought of my mother and all she has done for me. I mean all the love she has had since she found out that she was pregnant. Since then she has not stopped loving me. Nothing I may do will make my mom love me less.

For me, my mother besides being my inspiration in everything I do is my best friend. She is that person that I can trust unconditionally and without limits. During difficult times in our lives, she has always been the strongest, even though sometimes she spills tears, she always proved to be an admirable woman. The most useful education I received from her is the fear of God. Like any human, sometimes we doubt, but always his advice is that "God does everything for a reason."  What I admire the most about my mother is her devotion to her family. When everything seemed to go from bad to worse, she was always united with the family. For over 16 years old, she forgot to work and left his studies to devote to my sisters and me. She was always there when I was in and out of school, when we were sick, when we needed help with homework, and we always had a very delicious food, even at midnight, if we were hungry. My mother always taught me the day off and day of worship, which is Sunday. I try to never fail in the church. My mother always told me and taught that Sunday is for God and we must give it the respect it deserves.

I admire her because she knows to be the voice of reason amid the confusion, because she knows preserve serenity amid the chaos, and she always has words of comfort and caring for when they are most needed. Now she must have a manual on how to be a mother. Everybody loves her, and I know why. Because she spreads joy, because she does not lose his head and she knows what is the right measure of a good life.  The fact that she is funny, generous and patient does not mean that she does not know when to stop. A look from her was usually sufficient to prevent childhood pranks and other behaviors. My mom cooks in an indescribable way! To mention just four things, she does the best deli, the best lasagna, the best pie, and the best baked turkey. She knows how to enjoy life. She is happy with a “tortilla” with salt, and with any of the foods I mentioned earlier. She has an innate talent for navigating the most diverse environments and to make others feel comfortable, welcomed, valued and loved.

She has always offered a happy home and a place at her side for every person she met, and though sometimes not everything has gone well, the truth is that where she has been, is always room for joy, for light and for some crazy things.

Mom, I wish I could tell you how much you mean to me. But there are no words to describe, how much I admire you, how much I appreciate you, and how much I thank you for everything you have done. I love you.

You eventually become who you admire. Are you admiring the right people?

When I Was Little

When I was little, I had a huge imagination. Now I cannot even make up a nonfiction story about my life for Literature class. I could tell you many stories about my childhood, I think it would be very entertaining, but I will only write a few. When I was little I used to think that the moon was following my car. I used to fall asleep anywhere and wake up in bed. I used to pretend I was asleep in the car just so I could get carried inside. I used to think my heart was actually heart shaped. I used to make "potions" when I took baths. I used to slide back and forth in the bath to make waves. I used to put my face close to the fan to hear my robot voice. I used to close the fridge door really slowly just to see when the light went out. I was always trying to turn my head completely around like an owl. I use to sing "A, B, C, D, E, F, G, H, I, J, K, ELEMENO, P." So on and so forth my life has been full of adventures and funny moments.

I remember one time when my sisters and I used to throw rocks into the air to see how high they could go. It was fun until one hit me and knocked me out. I became strong and I hold my tears, but deep inside I wanted to cry an entire sea. I did not know how to explain to my mom the big bruise on my face. I knew my mom was going to scold me for playing with rocks. I try to use makeup to hide the bruise. It did not work. This was a time to say the truth and suffer the consequences. I entered my home as quietly as possible, maybe my mom would not realize I was there. Then my mom came out of my room! I was so nervous that I began to cry. When my mom saw me crying, she immediately went to pamper me. I said in my mind "I did it; my mom is not going to scold me.'' The days passed and my mom never found out that we played with rocks. I hope she do not read this blog.

I remember when the scariest thing ever when I was little was to hear the words "I am telling mom!" When really there are things more worrying than that. I actually thought the past was in black and white. I slept with all my teddy bears because I thought the other ones felt left out. It is amazing how fast things pass. I feel like it was yesterday when I used to sing in the shower. Now? I make life decisions in there. It is funny how day by day nothing changes, but when you look back everything is different. The only thing that has never change is that ever since I was a little girl, when I am really upset and cry I always say ''Mum''. She is the only one who understands me and helps me when I do not feel good. My mom is like my best friend.

I wish I was little again, when the hardest choice was picking up a crayon. I miss the friends I made when I was little, the worries I did not have and the ''I am just a kid'' feeling. Life was ''don’t worry, be happy''. If you ran up the slide, you were cool. No one cared of how you dressed, talked, ate, or whom was your friend. Things have changed a lot. When I was little, all the problems were solved with a simple cry. I was hungry, I cried and got food. I felt alone, I cried and got company. I was sleepy, I cried and got sleep. Everything was so easy. Now, it is not that way. I am not sad to have grown up, but I just miss those beautiful moments. Life is a matter of perspective. It all depends on how you look at it.

Ok, I will admit it, when I was little I tried checking out if I had superpowers.