Alberto Thirion

My Old Boots by Alberto Thirion

... "Confidence in yourself is the first secret of success" ... ( R. W. Emerson )

Alberto Thirion

My Old Boots

I can not even want to throw my old boots , and have many years are colored are chocolate brown , are not very high , they are not baqueras boots are work boots have laces cuero.las I see and begin to remember our adventures , for few places we walked together, comes to my mind , a picture , it was a time we went to denounce a mine would do the work , to denounce , put the landmark , take action, locate it , all that is engineer with mining agency .

The mine was on the wall of a deep ravine , once at the bottom of the gorge walk along the creek that forms between the two walls , by the flow of water through the thousands of years walked , I found a beautiful stone that surely came off the veins that were on the wall , as the stone was wet, showed his true colors, and it would look once it was cut and polished .

No exaggeration to say that the creek had over a hundred feet deep, and her beauty was stunning , at that time my boots were almost new , was a pleasure to walk and climb with them on the mountains, actually now I understand that I , maybe it's true what they say Garcia Marquez tells you write to explain things , it is possible that in many cases so.

At my height gives me vertigo and that morning was with " Surf piggyback " because the night before was party in the village, other ranchers who accompanied us urged me to prove my worth walking and jumping along the precipice , clear ! without knowing them I have vertigo or the matter can not remember now as it is called , if I remember what they say instead is that Goethe also had and who were forced to walk along the edge of the cliffs to take it off .

... " A man's character is his fate " ... ( Heraclitus )

Disease or mental defect that is a high wing fear and cliffs and is that much about myself that fear and forgot to name , well the name that matters , say it is a kind of phobia of heights and point , well, that one must add " raw " and I think he had not slept either, but wanted to show and show once again that I am brave, foolishly openly admit, because one knows what it is and not must fall on those silly traps.

Anyway, I decided to jump between stones in a separate aviary wall down there as I say, more than a hundred meters from the cliff , the water of the stream along the bottom it looked like a piece of thread .

Today I understand the memory that were not my boots but the help of God, who gave me the courage and helped me jump and do not fall off the cliff .

But now I thank God , and I see my old boots from here lying on my bed where I'm writing , that I am a brave guy and God help me , I want to because I am his son, my old boots dusty testify and this was just one of the many adventures we had together , I do not , I will never throw ! great memories and are going to throw my good memories , ill just have to pull .

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