Tuesday, March 10, 2015

JUSTICE For The Elderly


That happened a few years ago, in one of the country's courts.
Characters: wife, husband, and mother. Spectators: the public from the courtroom, judges, and some lawyers. Reason process: an old woman and one, maybe ill; his mother claims her only son, a man in full strength, healthy and sturdy, help her to live decent, her last years. Just ask the unwritten laws of humanity. According to them, she addressed the court to do justice. That is, to force the son, an engineer with a well paid job, so maintain the mother.
As expected, the court awarded in favor of the applicant, as they say in the language of lawyers.
So far, nothing special. A civil lawsuit, like so many others.
Accustomed to such cases, judges were hurrying to move to another folder, considering the case solved. But our story starts now ...
Upon hearing the sentence, "too friendly" daughter- in-law of old woman was caught simply by a fit of anger; seemed a blatant injustice, her husband to bring home, payday, less than the few hundred dollars, the tribunal decided to give her son month, to his old mother, for expenses maintenance. And then, in front of the room, she began to crying, to insults mother-in-law, blaming her for pettiness.
Those present, stunned by this output, it looked amazing and justified contempt.
Eventually, of course, the court had to call to order and to warn that if peace will not be enforced the law. Of those present were heading now towards the man. Sentenced by most for his attitude reprehensible, pitied by others because the wife had as the classic shoe, the man was silent and just stared into the ground.
If, at that time, the three had left the room, things would have stopped there, leaving only the present meeting with a bitter taste of an event that did not honor human nature. No one could have known what happened but, old soul ?! Until then there had never been to court. He looked at the faces of the room, looked at the judges, clearly all the same reproach to her son. And covered it a legitimate and painful sense of remorse, shame, shame on him. Something in her soul rebelled and refused to leave it at that. He would like foreign men to regard her son as a jerk, a jerk. He asked so to speak, to protect him from such unjust suspicion.
- I ask to be forgiven, she began, but do not think my son is a bad man at heart. I know him better than anyone. Not to bore me inhuman and from him I cry myself tribunal. I would not have done it if he would have called. And you'll see why ...
A silence filled with eager attention settled down in the hall. Overwhelmed engineer eyes dropped down when his wife suddenly appeared, and she listened, amazed.
- I am a simple woman, continued the old lady though encouraged by the attention of the room. I worked long and hard to live and to grow on him. They were then hard times right after the Great Depression. I was alone all my life, I never had a man. And you see, again, why. The boy wore always nice to me: it was good, I listened, learned my ass off to make future; also had a good head, do not talk. Then, when it was bigger, worked, and made sense and he took care of me. When he married, I thought I could be of help in the home, children. I'm just used to work. It was not long, however, and saw that my daughter-in -law "tangling" more and more of me around the house, although they had a good house, spacious. As children ... not want to have ... One time I endured stings. He did not say anything. I saw that works, that sees its work. I knew him well and saw where I enjoyed working for him. I did not want to upset him with mine. Besides, in the presence of him my daughter-in-law wear otherwise. But he could just leave in the morning and evening. Sometimes he went through other cities. Stay at home with daughter-in-law, she does not work. When not doing various things in the kitchen, I would sit in my corner somewhere, to no upset at all. All day silent, hoping that things will go for the better. But did not go well! Do not say everything happened. Enough that, after a while, fights broke out between them. The reason I was. Eventually no longer feared me. For the wife, money was the most important thing for which she lived, ate the illusion that money gives control over her life and others. One day to my son she shouted: "Either me or your mother! Choose ".
At that moment daughter-in-law, under the hostile entire room, I had to go look.
- In short, continues old, I could not bear. My son loved and I had wanted to separate my account. But what could I do? I found somewhere a little house and I moved. But, I felt alone in the world loud now! Work could not: I am old. However, I have not given up. I was trying to assure basic needs doing various things on my neighbors, walked their dogs, but I stayed with children at a time aging and I got sick and I had to stay longer in bed. I went over to their house very rare. My son, what I say, so how can I help. But his wife kept strictly counting the money he was earning. Very soon broke out and fights. Then, thinking that doing a good boy guided me to address the court. Not to be his wife says, because if that will decide the law, he can not do otherwise ... Seeing how you look at it, I was sorry that I listened. Know that it is not a bad man at heart ... Can not tell you this, but I endured heart when I heard his wife screaming here those terrible things about me ...
Old hesitated. He wiped his tears and trembling hand as if remembering a thing distant stories on with an obvious sense of relief.
- And I want to tell you something ... something I have not said before, anyone .. Even my son, because I did not embitter him ... I, I think, about 18 years old, well I do not know. We were a bunch of kids from their parents. One day, I was in the forest near the town where I lived with my parents because I had to gather dry wood for the fire, I heard a whimper. At first I was scared and not knowing what I started to run. Then I explained. It was a whining child. He was only a few weeks. Some, not even a man. What was I to do? I took him gently in his arms. I also cried. I let him pile of wood and chest, I ran home. At the edge of the woods I stopped. I had fear. I put the baby down. He immediately began to cry louder than before. I broke into a run to not hear it. But I stopped soon; I watched his crying. I'm back. He looked at me with pleading some with little eyes so that I have not the heart to leave him there.
When I saw my father home, was stunned. I cried to go where the child know that's not right. My father was a hard man and unyielding. And seeing me as caregivers, entered the suspicion. He thought that it be mine and I hid the truth. Maybe drunk that day, we took the beating and my mother and me. Wed began to be my dear child and did not know what to do. Finally, I decided to go home with him. What will be, it is !, I thought ... I was not easy! Nowhere did not want to take me with him. Let him, I endured. But I was ashamed to tell someone that's not my child. Who would have thought it? When I finally found, some benevolent people who welcomed me, boy, I have been able, if I would have asked her to work just to earn my food and child and have a shelter. I raised myself. The show was not. Who was to look at a poor woman, with a child over? No one asked me to marry him. I had him, my sun. He grew sturdy, as you see it ...
Here, the old silent disconcerted. He could not speak. Tears started flowing down his cheek. Among sobs just added this:
- If this woman had so sorry after morsel that gives me my son, I declare that I want to get anything from him and withdraw my complaint ... is a silence in the room. People wiped his eyes furtively ...
This was the story. Son, overwhelmed by emotion, approached the old woman, hiding her face in her hands rough. His wife got up and left the room disconcerted. I do not know if left next to a man who would bring home a few hundred dollars less, but I know him, "foundling in the forest" will not be able to live apart from one who was a mother so hi there.



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Thursday, March 5, 2015

THE HARD FRIDAY

I started one day could not have better. That very morning, very early, in the dark, hopping up in the kitchen, making me a latte and withdrawing me in my thoughts.
I became a mother at age 23 and I was very clear what to do: I had to be the big sister, my child's playmates. What could be so complicated? Half of my life I had been a child, I knew very well how things are. I could not be overcome by everything that would happen to me. But the ...
We announce a beautiful day of autumn finally a beautiful day like many others in this time of year, only this time we had some new boots and a dress all new and not wait to walk out. I was anxious to step on a thick carpet of leaves just fallen under the sole boot feel its softness and to enjoy the flavor of autumn floating in the air.
We, therefore, every reason to wake up in a good mood and thinking with delight the day that was to follow. Even I started and I prepared coffee sitting on the corner of the washing machine in the bathroom. I arranged a little hair, I put a bit of makeup, so discrete day. May take a sip of coffee and change songs from the list on the phone. At 6:01 I was a ready bit, a bit of perfume and I could get out the door. When Danny woke up and my son aged three years. He opened his eyes and looked at me, as he does every morning.
Kiss him in passing on the forehead and run to open the kitchen window. Unbelievable! Everything seemed wet and punched me out a wave of cold air. Head out the window to make sure. Raining and it was cold. It was too cold and too wet for my dress for my boots.
Well, that's it! I'll change clothes! You're not going to ruin my enthusiasm with which all this rain I woke up, I thought to myself.
I started to think about other options dress code when I heard Danny, with a voice like a bear, I'm crying
- Mom! Come on, please!
The child had removed just those words. He told me, whispered that it hurts neck.
- Let me make you some tea, 'I said.
I made tea in 3-4 minutes, but Danny was sleeping deeply when I went to take him. I changed the dress and boots. I jumped into some jeans and I started looking for baby clothes.
While I was concerned about the baby's clothes tenders I heard a gurgling noise from the bathroom. I ran into a soul, even though I ran nothing. I witnessed a water and light show. Light installation went as the Christmas tree, and it was like drops of water gushing from the broken pipe to transform into small balls of light that danced playfully through the whole bathroom.
I stopped all water, bathroom and kitchen, and I threw all sorts of random stuff away. The mop was overcome by what was there. We raised more or less water with a towel and opened the bathroom window. Then I found out torrential rains. But torrential, man! Damn!
Relax, breath, it's not the end of the world. The important thing is that we are better! I thought silently.
That's what I always say, the bad days. I think, often, forget the essentials and leave me overwhelmed with all sorts of little things. I often feel like I'm taking it to the chase, the desire to make them all and go, though, the speed of a carousel does not see anything around. And then I stop and say to me are, in fact, the things that really matter. A kind of "us to be healthy!"
Sun to some installers, I am looking umbrella, I'm looking for baby clothes for rain and when I go to wake him, I find wet weakling, like bath water springing up in bed. Danny had a fever and could not get up from the bed. In the eyes a headache and neck and barely able to draw a few sounds.
To hell with it!
I changed clothes, I gave something for fever and I announced that we go to the doctor. Meanwhile, appeared installers. I invited into the house, showed them "work" and left. I announced as I can come back soon.
How, in any rainy day paralyzed city traffic, we did a century hospital. He complained that he does not feel well, I still had a little and cry because he does not feel well because I could not fly because it was raining because installers rang me and I put all sorts of questions beyond me ...
We arrived at the doctor, I went, I came home, I saw the disaster in the house, nothing was solved, the child was lying in bed, I had to go to the pharmacy, to make a creamy soup, talking to installers to two day, and a lot of other issues that do not bear any delay and that made what was left of the day, be very crowded.
And then I saw my new boots all day I remembered that awful. And, before you go out the door, I started to cry. And I put the chair and cried. And I cried. And I cried. I cried until I had tears. I cried, and raised his fists and realize that nothing, but nothing in this world, it's better than crying. And I cried until I realized that everything is resolved, it's not the end of the world, it's good that we are still good. Or at least to be.
But I cried ... And now, after a few days, we're good.

Lastly would be a great day, even if it's only now I learned Friday and not Wednesday as I thought.



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Tuesday, March 3, 2015

Time passes


I was talking recently with a friend about what we do, girls, and began to enumerate them, feeling sorry for me, my last weeks - months? years?, those in which my son was sick and had a fever, so I ran all night in the ER and from there they sent me home with an ironic grin telling me that, yes, it's a virus that fuss as more cool kids.
And do fever, so the story went, 3, 4 in the morning, in the coming days. 7 Meanwhile, fresh, PR smile, I had to be at work, then the courses Dutch child was at home, not eating and not feeling well, then my husband became ill and had lain, a few days.
In fact, after classes I have on the Dutch master - from 6-10 pm and I remembered that I have two projects to be finished and to teach them this week, that I wrote a long time ago and that neglect my required readings, I look like hell and there I stopped combing a week, these shampoos luck and evil substances you stuck in a picture publicly acceptable.
Then my jaw was swollen and I went to the dentist and he told me, with a superior air, they are oh my ass and it is a serious business and that you neglect, lady, 35 years of your e inadmissible also have problems, then I ran there again in courses where they told me that I must justify absences and there children call home, not have to sit their ass all the time after that, the , longer sick children, then I went home and I had a fight with my husband.
At home, the child told me it was my turn to get up with him this morning, and did not understand why not do that, lately, after I spent so much to him and he saw on television a pretty blonde dancing and wants to change me, like a mother smiling and shaped, like that, to dance with him at home all the time. After that I thought I had to do the food, it would not hurt to wash some laundry in May, that I have no idea what lies in the freezer and that and gathered dust. On my treasure belly ached, but he never complained ears or head.
In college, I met with some colleagues who asked me if I was sick and told me that I have dark circles, I look pretty crappy and that should take some pills or something.
The evening had to come to a party - be glamorous, I said, I had jaw all swollen, sore and hurt a little louder than the chest, the party relaxed world, people with normal jobs, relatively balanced daily rhythm, good humor includes both. We had 16 inches heels and knees were hurting me so I stayed over in convenient positions, I assumed the role of photographer.
Then I got home and looked at the clock, it was almost one. Tic-tac - one minute, two minutes, I went to the bathroom mirror, to feel sorry for me and when I looked there I saw a woman of 35 years, two months, three weeks, eight hours and two minutes. And I realized that no matter how much compassion I managed to collect for me the minute the needle goes forward, and three, and four. As time goes by as much calm, anger and helplessness over my daily shit everywhere, silk stockings and heels over 16 cm and over and over simulations and glamor over the hours lost in traffic. That why I did not expect anyone any confirmation of my inner beauty or power, from anyone, besides me, fuck wife dressed compassion and sensitivity and that time did not turn anyone absolutely anyone back that every day is fundamentally important and should not live in the past, because if you slipped into this dumb mistake, their crap, wine, bury you, you sing and give some boiled wheat, alms, for your soul, then, bye, see you after seven years, or not, it is no longer practical.
Then I looked again in the mirror and I saw it. She was kidding, of feeling, I would say, with his right knee, makeup flawless, one of that, the pops, you know, when you see her on the street, but that still would not put up with you, you are dependent and weak and she's beautiful and has a free and exceptional family and when stepping on earth knows he can see a handbreadth above, over umbrellas. Show that picture to say it's made by a crazy guy who wants the same moment to kiss you all over, from head to heel, and the camera instantly. What picture hard, told me the next day, my friend, who you did it, frisky hopelessly in love with a guy?
I did, I single, beautiful and proud of me, I was that guy, I was so dear to me, I love me die, I got it last night at 35, two months, three weeks, eight hours and two minutes, the first time in my life when I saw in the mirror.

Tic-tac, girls! Time passes and nobody, absolutely nobody, do not back out of the way.



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