Autobiography

Long, long, long time ago on a dark and stormy night (that was what her mama said) a little kid was born. The lady could barely hold him in her hands, she was trembling and shaking because of the effort she made. A little light came in through the window and shone on the little well formed boy as the lady sobbed happily, that was the third time in her life she gave birth. His husband that was working by that time, was worried about what was going on in his home, he just could not resist anymore and went straight on to see and hug his newborn baby. That was the day Leonardo Diaz Pascuas came to the world.

Time was running as the little kid was either, his infancy among his two sisters at the grandpa’s house was coming through. The car wood, the swing in the tree, the ghost tales that his grandpa used to tell them just for freak the “$%&%$ out of them and the tricks the kid did to her siblings, were all part of his daily living. Every day he got some spanks just because he used to steal bananas from doña libraditas house. That was unfair, he said every time he got hit by his mom (his sisters were cooperators in every single crime he made but, he was the only one who “llevava del bulto”.)

He grew up a little bite more, and then his mom though it was time for him to go to the kinder garden. That was the most shocking thing he has ever had lived by his time. Day after day, his mom lived a real adventure to seek him out at the grandpa’s big garden, he used to hide himself in the chicken cage and even in the pigsty in order not to go to the kinder garden, but his mother always managed to find him so, he had to get used to it. In there, he met his first friend, the one who was falling in love with the same girl he had a crush on, ELIZABETH was her name, the mother of his friend and him sons. He was the lucky one because every single year in SAN PEDRO he used to dance with her the sanjuanero, he did not like it at all but, dancing around her, hold her hand, and almost give her a kiss behind the hat was a fact he just could not resist………..

Many days and nights went on, the family decided to move out to another house, good bye friends, ghosts and the swing in the tree, welcome new friends a new world. He entered to a primary school; he was not the best student, but neither the worst. The first time he made contact with English language, was the day he found a book with some verbs on it, the first verb was: to give; and take picture of this: all the time he wanted something he said “mami to give pan” or “mami to give huevos” and that was for a whole month. The primary school was about to finish, he was concerned about the fact he was going to join the high school (mainly because he was the shortest one on it, and probably people would make fun of him).

High school began, and a new life too, another new friends, new subjects he had never heard before (English). At the beginning, He did not do well in his studies, but he made an effort and could go through every year grade. In the third year (eight grade) he failed the course and consequences with it showed up, new classmates, but a new issue as well (his father decided to take him away from the school). The problem was overcame and his passion for this foreign language was growing inside him. He just loved the way his teacher talked (although he did not know the teacher had a terrible pronunciation). He started to learn lyrics, and again, he was just unbearable singing hotel California every single day. He remembered all the things he did on high school the day he got graduated. Sitting on the park bench with his friends, he started to think what his life was going to be from that moment on.

Five years passed on, and sitting on the park bench where he used to hang with his friends out, worried about he had lost his way, a flashback came to his mind, the day he found the book and the first verb he learned to give. That was the day he decided to learn English and become a teacher.

His dream came true, he enrolled to the English language program at the university; at first, it was hard for him because it had been 5 years since he had finished his secondary school. University, a big word, a really big word, it is the monster of education, it is something everybody fights for and he was there among a bunch of people: walkers, smokers, laughing in despair, feeling what was to be one of the “lucky” in the education system. He met his friends there, he met love, friendship, partnership, he met parties, he met deception but most important, he met happiness. Tough times nocked at his door. His mom had been diagnosed with cancer and his world fell apart. He thanked lord, cancer was overcome, it was ripped off and his sadness with it. Many months passed by and the day of his graduation had finally arrived, his friends and he sitting and looking at each other with a smile in their faces is something that he will never forget. Memories just went crazy in his mind, his eyes almost wiped little tears down his face, tears of happiness and satisfaction, his heart was beating, and at the end, the feeling of proud filled his spirit and soul. He lived joyfully the next years, he met real and true love, but at the same time gloom and melancholy. Now reading this, I think he could realize how much he has done for his life, how much he has lost, how much he has got. And the conclusion he made is to live your life as if every day were your last hours on earth: smile, dance, stop to take a deep breath, travel, get wet under the rain, love with all your heart, cry, but when you do it, cry hard perhaps your soul get drowned under the tears you have not cried, cook,  ….. LIVE.