Books lined the shelves of bookstores like kids standing in a row to play baseball or soccer, and mine was the gangly, unathletic kid that no one wanted on their team.

The storm had now definitely abated, and what thunder there was now grumbled over more distant hills, like a man saying 'And another thing...' twenty minutes after admitting he'd lost the argument.

If you remember that life  won't last forever, you won't waste a second of it

"Si creemos solo lo que vemos en lugar de lo que somos capaces de hacer, cerramos el proceso de creación"

Written By Dr Ana García PhD DTM

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