The theme proposed as a daily challenge brought me many anecdotes of my youth, I have only changed the name of the character the rest is a real story of my college life. # The big day had arrived, the date that all the students in the classroom were anxiously awaiting the presentation of the final paper. The exposition of this essay meant the passing grade of the course, as good students we left it to the last minute to finish the presentation. The night before it was 3 o'clock in the morning and we did not manage to finish the essay. # At dawn we headed to the university with a sense of defeat and at the same time with sorrow to see and talk to the professor to seek a second chance. None of us in the group dared to show our faces, suddenly our classmate Erick said: I'll do it, leave that to me... indeed when we arrived at the classroom he patiently advanced directly to the professor. His body exhibited a great naturalness, feigning a face of sadness and concern... suddenly he began to tell a fictitious tragic story that had happened to him the day before, which was the reason why he had been unable to fulfill his part of the essay. He asked to be punished and not the rest of the group; therefore he begged the teacher for a second chance to present this essay. He was so good that the teacher gave us a second chance. #

that sinking feelingAnne's big day had arrived, she would be presenting to the company's senior management. Just about 10 days ago, she was surprised when she was appointed to present the 2025 sales plan at such a high level. # During those days, she did her best to present the best information possible, to fight against the internal currents of the company who were reluctant to hand over the data and against one other executive who resented with jealousy that she had been given the opportunity to present to the bosses. # Once she had completed the dossier with the information she started to work on her presentation, she decided to innovate and present a video on the benefits of the proposal she was presenting... So she started her presentation, when she decided to click on it to present her video, the cursor took on a life of its own, due to nervousness, and inadvertently landed on a video of her children. She began to explain her sales plan while her children on the big screen were playing and running in the backyard of Anne's house... oh my god... the sinking feeling was enormous, her cheeks turned white as snow, her hands stopped shaking because they were petrified of fear and sorrow.# A few seconds turned into a sensation of eternity; the more she saw the mocking face of her adversaries, the greater was the feeling of sinking. She was finished, her career as an executive was dying at birth! In fractions of a second she regained control, still with sorrow on her face, she addressed her bosses directly: “This proposal that I bring you today, I made it thinking of my children, thinking of the future of the company, if sales go well we will all do well, we are a big family. The applause and satisfaction of the boss pulled her out of the pit where she had fallen.

In life, as on the snowy road, you need traction.Sitting in the back seat of her brother-in-law Neyla's car, she was traveling with the rest of the family to a new city, her marriage had failed, it never started. # As she traveled she looked out the window at the landscape, suddenly a soft and consistent snowfall began to fall, little by little the snowflakes were whitening the road ... what had been so far a quiet and uneventful journey began to become a little different. # His brother-in-law's expression had changed, his hands were clinging to the steering wheel, and as the kilometers went by, the snow-whitened road made the vehicle lose traction more and more. Everyone on board began to notice how the car was slipping and the wheels were skidding... the moment came when it became unbearable... Rosemary, his sister spoke to her husband: - John you must do something because the car is losing traction, you should stop so you can put the chains on. John nodded with a smile trying to give a sense of security... So at the first opportunity he stopped and began to mount the chains. #

A square sphere... # In nature God created the circle, in humanity man created the square, and in this way the world is configured. From human reasoning began this struggle for the creation or invention of things. Man in his eagerness to demonstrate that he is as powerful as God has developed his ingenuity to create millions of objects and gadgets. With a few exceptions they are all square. Whereas everything of divine origin has cyclical behavior. # The cycle of life, the water cycle, the trunks of trees, the seeds of the plants that feed us, are round, oval or elliptical in shape. It is God's way of telling us that nothing is impossible, that there are no limits. That our capacity for creation is not exhausted, but that it transforms and expands. Our mind is also born with this conception of the sphere. # So when did we begin to want to make a square sphere? Perhaps we cannot pinpoint an exact date or time. But there are great signs. At some point the carpenter stopped making round tables that gave a sense of equality to start making them square, with square legs, with square chairs for the powerful to sit on the end. From a very early age we wrote on square sheets of paper, full of lines that form rectangles, and god forbid a child dares to step out of the line...he is punished.

Grandfather I have to write an essay on power, how can I approach it? Dear grandson, authors have written a lot with different approaches. I want to do it differently! So write that power is always held by a clique, Even if time goes by, it's always the same ones.

Imagen propiedad @lanzjoseg publicada en el concurso Observa esta imagen, piensa y escribe.Avenida a la soledad # En la quietud de la noche, nuestras ciudades mantienen en sus calles y avenidas una actividad interminable, como si el camino no terminara nunca. Mientras que muchos en el vecindario ya están cómodamente acurrucados en sus camas otros aun recorren el asfalto. # El motorizado sale raudo y veloz a hacer su recorrido, quizás se dedique al digno trabajo de hacer deliverys, es probable que su encomienda sea para algo de vida o muerte o simplemente ya vaya rumbo a su casa; pero lo que si cambia ya sea de día o de noche es su manejo imprudente, es atravesar la avenida y se dirige a saltar la isla… # A lo lejos apenas se divisa un ciclista, que no creo que ande haciendo deporte como muchos sino que sea su único medio de transporte para llegar a su casa luego de una jornada de trabajo, el está en la orilla derecha de la vía, en el hombrillo quizás esperando que pase el motorizado, seguro estoy que por su mente pasaría la idea: ¡ya estoy robado…! # Esta zona urbana, además es afortunada y su avenida esta alumbrada, no ha sufrido de la oscuridad que en horas de la noche envuelve a muchos habitantes por los continuos apagones de luz. # Muchos de nosotros, por las razones que sean a veces desconocemos de la vida nocturna de nuestra propia zona donde vivimos, es otro mundo, es el otro rostro de las ciudades. Esa vida oculta de fiestas, emergencias, de doble turno laboral, de inseguridad pero que todas transitan por avenidas en la cual reina la soledad.