There are many men. But few Men. A real Man with capital M is one that always keeps his promises. Who is capable to protect even with the price of his own life or pleasure. It is someone that knows that life will humble him anyway, but that rises above everything through his resistance and wisdom. Someone who would never offend a woman in any way. Someone who does not lie. Someone who you can rely on, always. Someone who can realize that he can be wrong and wants to evolve. Someone that knows that pointing a finger at someone else means pointing four fingers at himself. Someone that has fears, but is never ruled by them. Someone who is always strong and wise, but never obsessed with controlling, dominating , leading or being right. Someone who cares for his woman not only in body, but also in soul. Someone who truly loves his woman above all, no matter what.
This was a normal morning. The same routine, the same rounds, the same emergencies, my same clients, the same medication, the same working against the clock…
Yet being with one of my clients I kept my breath for a moment as I heard on a compilation CD of hers a Romanian song: Puya, Vestul Salbatic/Wild West.
It’s amazing how we don’t think or don’t realize how much we miss home till we hear our language in the middle of a far away land, where we almost get lost and blended with the others… It’s enough to hear one song to feel the tears in your eyes and a sigh coming out of your chest.