Parables and stories
He began to spread the news that, in a remote country, there was a man who knew to fly. Rico Mansur decided to leave in their quest to ask him to teach you the art of flight regardless of the price or the demands. I would learn to fly and the secret kept for itself, without let it to anyone. It would be different from all the others, they admirarían it and he would raise his extraordinary flying over the crowds following him powerless and jealous.
When he arrived in that far country, nobody could give news of the man who was flying. All confirmed to him that they had heard of it, even some said and swore that he had seen her prodigious flight, but no one knew where to find it.
Eager to find him, Mansur offered a succulent reward who gave him a secure information, but nothing served offer.
One day, while Mansur was in the market of the city, was approached by an old Squire, very poor, who asked him if he was he was seeking the man who flew.
-Yes, I am. Anything can you tell me where I can find it? If so, and I find it, you shall well reward: already will not go no need in the rest of your life.
-I can get to it, if you like. We eat something and then we get way without delay.
They did so. Even Mansur, moved by their poverty, bought him a blanket and a pair of new sandals. They made their way northward, crossed the River, and a night spent in a hostel. The next day they retook the path. Mansur was burning of impatience to find the man who flew and did not stop to ask questions about it.
-Are still far away? -She asked impatient again.
-No, no, because we are close - calmly answered the old Squire.
But the days were passing and Mansur began to doubt. When they started the ascent to a high mountain, Mansur can't take anymore and filled with anger cried:
-Since a week ago I repeat the same, that we are close, but I don't see any vestige of the man we are looking for. You food, I give you hostel, but you take me here up here on a painful journey that I already resembles a terrible nightmare. I'm beginning to suspect that you know nothing and you're just a weasel and a liar, you only want to take advantage of me.
The old Squire looked at him calmly with their docile eyes and said:
-Be patient, do not despair, I assure you that we are close. An effort more and certainly we find it.
Mansur continued climbing the mountain panting expletives. I was tired, discouraged, convinced that the old man was a simple charlatan, and even feared that, inadvertently, give him a boost in one of those indomitable and kill him to seize his bag.
-You're a poor old, an idiot and a liar - began to offend him with anger-. I don't know how I could let me duped by a charlatan fool like you. I'm not still more. I'm going. You will see how to come back, because I don't think you give or a crust of bread. A cumin I care if you die of hunger.
Mansur began to descend the mountain vomiting cholera. I did not understand how had relied upon that poor old was, without a doubt, bad head. Suddenly, he saw a shadow over him, looked and saw the old Squire peacefully flying over it in the infinite blue of the sky.
Things that are worth cost. Sometimes, we want to fly, lift us from our routines, to obtain goals of excellence, but we stop to the efforts and sacrifices that demand. Great men, all who have excelled in the political, scientific, cultural, in Holiness, did so because they wanted something radical and committed their lives to achieve it, no matter what cost, nor the efforts and sacrifices that involved. We don't want anything serious, radical. For this reason, we are so mediocre at all. We would like things to give us but do not strive really. We stop at the first difficulty. We need to claw. We'd like to fly, but we are not prepared to play us the life in this company.
Everyone wants to take possession of the mature stem. Few wish to be buried as grain of wheat where the future is formed "without knowing how".
(Benjamin González B.)
The light of our times shuns culture sacrifice, effort, maturity and gives young people the promises of a vain and hollow, fullness through the satisfaction of every whim, renew permanently to have trapped your heart and for which remains unchanged the eagerness to buy and consume. Hence the need for an education that is aimed to form the will, courage, responsibility, perseverance, which combats the selfishness that chisel hearts strong and generous. Wanting to students
It involves helping them to be better, to get out of their routines, ramplón consumerism, of life without passion and without sense. To educate is to guide students toward new and more difficult summits always so they are able to fly out of their routines and whims that gripping them against the ground, live to the fullest, be genuine winners:
The winner is always part of the solution.
The loser is always part of the problem.
The winner always has a program.
The loser always has an excuse.
The winner says: "Let me do it, I do it".
The loser says: "That's not my job".
The winner is an answer to every problem.
The loser sees a problem in every response.
The winner says: "it may be difficult, but it is possible".
The loser says that it may be possible but it is very difficult.
Young people need to understand that the study involves effort, maturity, overcoming. Television makes them passive, unable to assume the responsibility of a personal and autonomous learning involving expiration, will, courage.
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In addition to being a kindly doctor, who won the hearts of the people of Venezuela, José Gregorio Hernández was Professor of Medicine of the Universidad Central de Venezuela. They say that one day faced one of those eternal students who mariposean by the campuses without hitting hit, without studying, without passing any matter, and asked him:
-What is your profession, Bachelor?
-I am a student - replied the young man with pride.
-If that is their profession, what does not exercise it? -repreguntó José Gregorio.
Translated for educational purposes