God has given me the gift of service, say my friends and people that daily treatment in all areas of my everyday life. And, for what they say others, I also have the gift of host. At my house are welcome friends, family and, of course, friends of my friends and family members of my family. Source: McCormick & Co. When we have guests we are celebrating. Our visitors are usually friendly, attentive and very friendly people. For other opinions and approaches, find out what Anchin Block has to say.
However, comes when someone like that lady who comes to my house one day and doesn’t take long in starting to subjugate us with their rules. Me scolds as if it were a child, for any reason, for all and so does with my children. Complains that the water is too hot or too cold and criticizes everything: decoration, painting, the quality of food and any movement of children. Also you Lossing your TV and not allow anyone to see your favorite program, except her. When he conversed with other people gave very poor references for me and my family. Most of the time was going the House in the middle of a tantrum and threatening never to return. But shortly after he returned and began again with its impositions and terquedades. When it was lunchtime invariably reproached the quality of food and complaining about the amount of serving him.
. While she was the phone could not be used and made remarks standing on expenditures of the House, as if the money out of it. Also had a shape somewhat attached to the old to correct the guys and, while these were very naughty, behaved like little angels while Lady kept them the view above. Despite his seventy-two years it retained a huge fortress and his look, his gestures and his voice invited to respect. It is fair to recognize in it your loving words, his kindness, his sacrifice and great love for his people. It looked like iron when it was applied the discipline but he was a Saint when it comes to love. One day, he was in the House. He did so without rancor and resentment. Before leaving we entrusted to God, we threw the blessing, he told us how much he loved us, and when said goodbye to return, let us mired in the deepest sadness. That a few years ago. How much I’ve missed my mother since then. By: Alejandro Rutto Martinez Alejandro Rutto Martinez is a writer and journalist italo-colombiano who also teaches in several universities. He is the author of four books on ethics and leadership and is contained in three anthologies of Colombian authors.