• I remember when my dad use to carry me in his lap and talked to me at night. One night while sitting in his lap he put two books in front of me… the first was a very old book dusty and almost ripped, the second book was brand new where the pictures where perfectly clear. After setting the books on the table he asked me…
    Which of the books do you like the most?
    I did not understand anything at all. I remembered a story I had read a long time ago when I was younger where a man had fallen in love with the most unattractive women in town and yet what people said didn’t matter to the men. The only thing that matter was the love for his wife.
    He repeated the question a second time by that time I had made up my mind… I chose the book with the old ripped pages and within it I discovered the story of that man who had fallen in love with his wife I also discover that the story I had once read was my father’s story. Still today I keep that book close to me and I learned to appreciate the things that are not beautiful but that can make you realize how beautiful life is.