Yesterday my son turned 11 Antonio. Came into the world the day that Real Madrid won the seventh European Cup. I had told my friends that if he was born on May 20 and Madrid would earn him the middle name Santiago. On the Bernabeu, and you get the idea. At the end of the gene family was stronger and I put Priscus like my father did in his day with a server.
Antonio was born in the morning and when he started the match and slept peacefully in a hospital crib with my wife, Paula. Arrival time of the final sound plugged the TV without fear of waking. Less than a quarter of an hour when I started thinking about what had happened that day. Resolved to switch off and go walk around the hospital to try to relax. There was no point to stress about a trifle soccer on a day so memorable. Vain attempt to get in all the rooms were watching the event. So I slipped into the delivery rooms to believe that there is no worry about the minutia Balompédica, but when Mijatovic scored the goal, a midwife sang it with more style than Manolo Lama
the crossbar 24 minutes remained for the final whistle. Have not come to mind for those adventurous circumstances Madrid but do not know what I went missing counting the seconds to indicate the way Helmut Krug costume. And the glory.
Also yesterday, while writing on that May 20, 1998, I received an email from my brother Lorenzo with a video link which tells the story of a boy who asked his father if he would participate with him in the "iron man ", the world's toughest triathlon. A competition to be swimming in the ocean 3.8 km, go 180 km. bike and finish with a marathon of 42.195 km regulatory.
This is the video:
Antonio
Seeing him last night I remembered the words of the poet Alfred Tennyson: never too late to seek a better and more again if in the effort put courage and hope.
also Bibiana Aido told him that believes that a fetus of 13 weeks is not a human being.
There is a driving force more powerful than steam, electricity and nuclear power: the will.
(Albert Einstein)
Who taught the sun where to stand in the morning?
And who told the ocean you can only come this far?
And who showed the moon where to hide till evening?
Whose words alone can catch a falling star?
Well I know my Redeemer lives
I know my Redeemer lives
All of creation testifies
This life within me cries
I know my Redeemer lives
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