The word introspection
referred as the Royal Academy of English Language (RAE), "Observation within their own acts or states of mind or conscience, our behavior, our speech, our experiences, our emotions and our vision of life among other things, are a reflection of the past which manifests itself as the gentle caress of the morning breeze on your face, from the time to get up until bedtime is evident that lived, because each event at the time of preceded by another becomes a thing of the past which is reflected in the present and future becomes.
Therefore make an introspection of our past, we reaffirm the present and future evidence. So here's a small sample of my past that has shaped me as I am and I continue to change, because life is constantly changing.
DIEGO ARMANDO HERRERA GAMBA
In this case myself, a boy tall, thin build, with brown skin I am currently enrolled in one of the country's top universities, the University Francisco José de Caldas undergraduate career, I have lived all my life in Bogotá son of Lilia Herrera and Paul Gamba, I have 25 years of age and then begin to narrate my life with those who gave their seed to be born. My dear mother Lilia Herrera, a small woman, a little plump, white skin, a woman with a tenderness and charisma own mother, who lived part of his life in the northern Tolima, a party and ended up acacias installed here in Bogotá where he met with my father with whom he lived for about 23 years and are currently separated each one took his own path.
Women from a poor family, houses built of wood, straw, mud and sheets of zinc, the floors were on land, and built three rooms, one for the grandfather, the other for parents and one for the children "we are 5 brothers alive and 3 dead, my dad, my mom and my grandparents, how they were distributed chores, all collaborating with the home office and maintenance bringing home such as firewood, carrying water from streams because there was aqueduct and men in the harvest of the earth and the grinding s "My mother's words describing their home.
From her I learned that things are achieved with effort and never give up for more hard to find a situation, the end of each night always comes a new day. My mom woman tireless fighter lineage always strove for me and I turned my dreams, they echo in my head those words that always told me when I went to school " daddy always fight for your dreams, your dreams and goals for you to be someone in life, I am proud you. "She owe much of who I am. THANKS MOM REALLY THANK YOU.
something my dad now speaketh Antonio Gamba Paul Moreno, a man average height of acuerpada texture, with dark skin and foam mustache, currently serves as a plumbing contractor or plumbing call him now and has 49 years of age, he lived most of his childhood and youth in Turmequé to be more accurate in the rural in a village called Jurata, " the house where I lived were of wood and mud mixed with manure cow and horse, the roofs were of wood and straw, and the ground floor was aplanábamos tamper with something called, made two rooms, one for my parents and one for us who are 7 brothers, called Cuba since died and whose body lies in the cemetery of the peak, and finally the kitchen, and as there was no electricity we had to enlighten with oil burners, and the water to a poceta where the liquid was removed for cooking and had not played in bathroom Mount ", my father's words describing their home.
From my father is I have very little to say except that taught me to work and I admire his intelligence work on your part.
Now, go go go, let's address issue that touches on the preamble and the reason why this blog is titled the way it does, talk about my past and the path that led me to where I am today, how wanting to be a industrial engineer studying to be teachers finish something that has changed my life and fills my reason for living, what was initially happy now has become stronger, to be converted in the way I want and wish to continue.
To start talking about my past talk about the things that have shaped my life and changed my environment, from events in the country to the lifestyle of my family.
year of my birth was demarcated by two main facts that gave much to talk about in the country. While my mother was in the clinic of Claret giving birth to this character on November 3, 1985 more accurately according to the story of my mother at 11:45 am, somewhere in Colombia were a group of characters dressed in camouflage and brandishing the weapon that makes up the stronger the man who they called M-19, planning the most shocking and controversial decision is made to any institution in the country, making the courthouse. Whose decision was made on November 6 this year and eight days later more accurately on November 13, nature unleashed his anger against a people quiet while enjoying a routine day felt the cry of the land rose under her feet and then all was darkness, horror and silence shufffff, eight days after the capture of the palace of justice, succumbed to the wrath of Armero Nevado del Ruiz.
video image taken from the courthouse on November 6, 1985 .
image from the devastation of the town in Tolima Armero called on 13 November 1985.
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nineties For Ushered economic openness and control by multinational corporations and economic power the world masters of our country and especially education. This period was marked by events that changed in a way the country as the creation of the constitution of 1991, the fall of a drug trafficker famous as Pablo Escobar, the continuing conflict between paramilitary groups, guerrillas, army and police, killing persistent public figures, the rout Argentina by selecting Colombia 5 goals to 0 than in Buenos Aires, among many other events left their mark on what our country today.
While I was growing up in a family, of which I was the second of four brothers who were at that time for the start of the nineties in a neighborhood called viewpoint of Morocco which is where I live now, the house was made of brick and block, cement, zinc roofing is clear that in the neighborhood for the years 1991-1993 there were almost no buildings was mostly pasture and streets were uncovered, there were public services like electricity and water but suffered from constant blackouts and when removed water for a long time, playing in the water tank car, with buckets and pots to collect, telephone and gas came after 1998, some houses had yard since the stocks they sold at that time were much larger than today, in the house we lived about 6 people (both my parents and us kids). Moving into a more intimate of the family, the authority was exercised by my father and sometimes by my dear mother who were very strict in our education because we do not allow cursing or being louts, in the case that we shall bear in that beat us or give us a pat belt, at home contributed in spending my two potatoes, but it was my father who went to work, who at that time was assistant plumbing, while my mom took care of us and housework chores also working on where neighbors and on our own as to study and there even another chore.
In general terms regarding my childhood was a very pleasant and enjoyable, full of games (the greedy, tacho Riveting Yermis, holding, kiss stolen, jar, rejito burned, among others that escape me right now) and small adventures as a child.
about education in a primary curse school called South Mills, from my perspective as a child was great, but the last time I went I realized how small it is, the building was of brick and block had paintings and drawings by all sides and tiles were of those calls eternit, was divided by rooms which are differentiated by letters, this was mixed with children of different ages, when you misbehaved put him to squat or pulled his ears and they beat us noogies, there was only one teacher for every classroom and saw to it a fifth grade my teacher was called Araceli Orjuela, her she was very strict and clear temper is that when I was good at was fleas and very good people.
The school forwards it to the national college Restrepo Millan had that name at that time, after 6 years of struggle in this Instead I reach my first goal and my future projection to him, where the school a huge step for I wanted to be in life and achieve my dreams.
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this is from my first significant event that I manage my professional life, 30 November 2001 l, and where I went out to face the challenges of the world taking my first flutters like a bird that wants to fly and get to know this great and mysterious world.
Having flown some places where I worked, my wings are settled under the shelter of what we call the beginning of my career, in the Seine, where I made a technical backyard mechanic which lasted about 15 months, 9 of them on stage last 6 elective practical stage in a company called tecnicars. it received many offers but after hearing how people excuse their errors based on the work of others I'm looking forward to staying there but they were offering me the opportunity to study mechanical engineering was what I wanted, maybe a twist of fate I do not agree.
hondeada well I think I have a lot of things in my life that has nothing to do with my career, my profession, now talk about how to get where I am right now, it looked as if my path was different.
when he was studying at SENA seduced me by the immortal sound of the guitar bands of metal, with its magical line that moved my consciousness as my hair flying through the air to the beat of the drums, my ears began to fill with the waves produced by the distortion of the electric guitar and virtuoso solos from the musicians, the force that shakes the heart of bass and that moves the body, battery, let me envover by the magic of heavy metal The glan, hard rock and rock English.
After finishing the SENA course, I spend looking for work without much success, and looked like my time being dragged through the hours and such seemed clockwise desperate to run and run with increasing eagerness, what? to show that my way was misleading and that my ideal of becoming a mechanical engineer was withering.
that time I am talking about 2005, I began to devote myself to walk the streets of this city a few times to look for work and others to escape the dark cloak of boredom that sometimes welcomed me and I could not see things clearly, and I found that world that I always refused to enter, that door is always left behind, to ignore and I gave back all get carried away by the stream " I do not like to read, that to me I am too lazy. found myself in a wonderful world where words have different forms and movements, where the imagination runs free and has no setbacks, where my soul found refuge and a way of life, my soul took shelter under warm blanket of literature. I will not do mention the readings I have no notion of them all, but will mention that most impressed me at that roused a spirit within me for learning, this book is entitled tower Valerio Manfredi loneliness.
also guided by the poetry and drawing, I expressed a love that was hidden into a beautiful maiden black hair and look cheerful, sweet lips and body shuddering to a drunk driver and a fool for having it, a love that I was drowning and needed to translate into a cotton ball or piece of cloud, because it was what I felt for her pure white, where my great inspiration was a writer and poet Mario Benedetti. Then leave some of the manifestations of love I felt for her.
music and seeing what happened to my around after so much walking , I raised awareness, poetry and drawing my sensibility, and that taste for mathematics always been with me wanting to know more about this, this led me to change my decision about my future. After working a year as an operator in an ice maker, called the Arctic ice and I decided I joined the university district, and which is optional. after waiting a month on Monday, I was accepted as a student, my happiness was great finally going to continue my studies but now seeing life from another perspective and em here to be studying for a teacher, teacher feeling and wanting to be a great teacher, those are the twists of fate that one day I criticize what I love most in life to be a teacher and help in changing something that company is tiny .
My family consists of 6 children, my beloved mother and for my father but each with their own way, pus my mom lives with my two younger siblings in a neighborhood called Villa of the Alps, my dad lives on the first floor of the house while it is intangible and therefore us in the second floor of the house, my 3 brothers and me. They look at each one from his own world as it is the dream of a mother who struggled all his life and the continuous val- hacienod to see her children become professionals and that today one of them is a way for this to be true.
clear that I can not leave this blog and not to mention those accompanied me and accompany me on my way to my friends from childhood, adolescence and youth, with whom I have shared dreams, sorrows and joys, here ' They mention something about my friends who are for me and my brothers.
