A stitch in time saves nine...that night and ever

I write to remember and remember to learn, reflect and teach others to learn through my experience. This has been the case since I was a child and my parents and teachers noticed my precocity and stimulated it, which I appreciate so much.

At age 19 I was receiving my first university degree in Psychology next to my dear Edward, my ideal boy, 5 years older than me and equally intelligent and impetuous, together we live many things, especially that night when we celebrated our graduation.

We dance, we kiss at the party, in the garden, in the lobby of that party room. So intoxicated we were, both alcohol and passion, that we got into the car determined to go further but we did not have the strict rules of that club and we had to leave half naked, driving at great speed, without realizing that a truck was approaching. we crash Alcohol, sex and speed have never been a lasting formula of success.

I return to today and see the picture of my beloved dead that day and my loving mother approaching me the wheelchair saying hurry your students wait.