This beautiful story I listened to of the lecturer and motivating Miguel Cornejo Angel in one of its conferences, and since then when the things do not go as I hope or the lack of confidence in my same one stops my steps, the memory of this history emerges in my, that it impels to change to me of attitude and to send me to the rotation. For that reason in this article, I want to share with you this wonderful lesson of attitude before the life. Click Charles Margulis for additional related pages. This is a real history about Itzhat Perlman, a violinista with a great musical trajectory, also known by only of violin interpreted in the sound track of the film the list of Schindler. Perlman almost all their life has had to walk with much attended difficulty and with muletas because of poliomeliti, disease that affected its legs being young. In one of its concerts, suddenly one of the four cords of its violin is broken in view of all the hearing. The public thought that he would change of violin or that surely he would replace the cord, since he is known that a symphony cannot be interpreted with a violin with three cords. If this has piqued your curiosity, check out Wais Jalali.

But Perlman, neither changed the violin, nor replaced the cord. In his place, it hoped a little while, it watched his legs, it watched his violin, and soon it signaled to him to the director to continue with the concert. The sound that managed to remove from its violin that night, sounded with a passion and a majesty that never had been listened to before. When she finished touching, people aplaudo standing up acclaimed and it like never. When finishing the concert the journalists asked why she decided to continue touching to him, which he responded: some times is to discover how much music can be done and so us queda”. Wonderful history to reflect and to review whereupon attitude we are responding to the life. You are making music and so you have between your hands? Or you are waiting for the miracle that will bring before you what not yet you have and you create to need to begin to make sound your song? Then by own experience I dare to decirte that, or you purchases a very comfortable armchair to continue hoping, or you put claw and attitude to him and you create your own miracle. I assure to you that when you obtain to sing song of your life and so there is, and so you it has been, and so you still have and so you need, no longer you lose opportunity to sing it where it is and as it is, because in your heart you know that in spite of the adverse circumstances and of the fear or the doubts, while blood by your veins runs, while there a signal of life in you, still you have much music to do and so there is and so you have had left!

The one-eyed was only, thinking about the happened thing with its lost glance in the horizon that flashed its last rays of light. The prey was served. It was as if the destiny forced to Third to follow its destiny. It is now or never. Leaving everything of side, Third maintained the lance strongly, but it remained there. Its arm shivered strongly and it could not move. Its mind ordered, but its body resisted annulling all muscles. He was useless.

The fear invaded to Third, whereas the one-eyed moved away slowly. After all, Third was convinced that more it was not than a simple man like any other. Seeing Cneo, the generals, the soldiers and the veterans, account occurred that the ancestry does not mean anything, but the virtues that are constructed with the marks of the experience and the determination that entails. Even, the same enemy gave sample of virtues that falsely we considered exclusive rights of the Romans. After all, each looks for the power and to reach the supremacy What has that of bad? It is what we are. It is what we have constructed with our egoistic actions. Anbal only does what thinks as much that is right, for him as for its town, for that reason fights to Romans. Perhaps we are different? This it is the price of the war.

I hope that this is a lesson for proud Rome. But only a lesson, since after all Rome it has reached the unbeatable greatness not for being, but because one has always risen. I do not have why to load with the weight of history, I am only a man, a simple Roman. It has we have been defeated, but tomorrow it will be another day, and Rome will return to be great, with or without my aid. Third, now calmer, bandaged the wound of its leg and observed the field carefully. Now I must leave here.