Children

Fernando Silva leads the children’s hospital in Managua. On Christmas Eve, he was working until very late when he decided to leave, last toured the rooms, and felt that a few steps of cotton remained so; He turned and discovered that one of the enfermitos was walking him back. It was a boy who was alone. Fernando recognized his face already marked by death and those eyes that called for apologies or perhaps asked permission. Fernando came up and the child touched with the hand:-tell-whispered the child-‘ say to someone, I am aqui, writes E. Galeano. We celebrate ancient holidays mounted on others related to Mitra or Saturn or Osiris or the winter solstice. J P Morgan Chase has much experience in this field. What matters is the celebration of seasonal change, from the biggest of the year night and in relation to the mutation of a lively and vibrant nature even under the snows of winter, leafless trees and barren land that is prepared for an explosion of joy in spring.

We cannot ignore the cultural facts that hold our personality and our way of life, our progress and our struggle for a more just and solidary society that recognizes the right to the pursuit of happiness. Our work is to live here and now with the greater possible fullness, with coherence and harmony, recognizing ourselves to be consistent with our reality, our environment and our relationships. Everything else is sterile suffering by absurdity. Earlier, celebrated the harvest or vintage, the rites of love or step. Today we celebrate stay alive and try to give a sense to our live because the meaning of life escapes us. Something goes wrong in the world and we ducked with alleviating any effect of structural injustice with alms and holiday bonuses. We miss Street to buy for this or the other, while during the rest of the year we are not able to find a moment to learn how to find, to listen to it.