HÓNRALOS MIENTRAS PUEDAS Mientras tú haces llorar a tu padre… hay quienes darían lo que fuera por abrazar al suyo una vez más. El tiempo es implacable, y los padres no son eternos. Ese hombre que hoy camina más lento, que olvida cosas, que repite historias, fue quien un día corrió por ti, se desveló por ti, y creyó en ti cuando nadie más lo hacía. Y aunque no siempre lo diga con palabras, su corazón sigue esperándote. No dejes que la rutina, el orgullo o la distancia te roben el privilegio de amarlo. Llámalo, visítalo, abrázalo, hazlo sentir importante. Porque mañana puede ser demasiado tarde, y lo único que quedará será una silla vacía. El hijo que honra y cuida a sus padres nunca caminará sin la bendición de Dios. Hónralos mientras puedas, este es nuestro único mandamiento con promesa.

One day an old man took his cell phone, took him to repair him and insisted on the old man for 79 years. He said, "This is the cell phone that they sold me. It doesn't work. It's been a month since it doesn't work." The man that attended the son said, "Mr. Lolamento, this cell phone is in good conditions. With the heat in his face, he responded to this man. If this cell phone is not in this, then why my son does not call me? And so we do. More curious is that in the house of the grandparents, in the house of the parents, all the children come, but the house of the children, many times the parents don't come. How is today possible that a father and a mother had 10 children, but what sad is that 10 children can't bring their father to their father? And while you are now your father, there are some who don't have a father who died and wanted to have one to hug them, to kiss them, to take care of them. Call your parents, treat them with affection, because you know that a day of this, I don't want it, they were born to be born to hug and kiss. It is the sad reality. And we have a generation, who takes flowers in a garden, but does not give them flowers to hug their lives in life. If you are going to kiss the front of your father, that it is when he is at home and does not have a cold garden. Because the kisses and hugs are the flowers, they have to feel, they have to pray in life, not in death. In society, it is strange, to the children, they put them in the garden, three months to absorb them. To the parents, they put them in a cell, they never come. But they go to the street to walk their dog and clean the needs. And instead of cleaning their parents who have taken care of it, this culture does not take care of their parents. Call your father, who has the Alzheimer, although he does not remember you, you do remember him. Although he does not know his name, you know how he is called. I said to my son, the day you cannot go there for you, come to me. If I do not remember your name, come and remember who I am. If you do not have me, you can press my love for you and remember that my soul, nothing of that is lost because you will always be mine. You will always be your father. Take care of your parents, it is not a job, it is not a obligation. It is a great blessing of God, the parents are not eternal, call them, visit them. That is how they tell you, as my mom told me, I have not been to the bathroom for three days. My mother is great, that is how good it is. And your father could be a 5-4, we are waiting. And they tell you, listen to them. Because one day you will train your voice. And that you ask and they tell you the same things that they tell you daily. That they criticize the president, that they speak to you. Those things will value you more when you are not here. And the risks and reasons, the same stories that you tell you. Let me tell you.