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Después del “feliz divorcio” de mis papás, lo digo con el mejor de los recuerdos, podíamos disfrutarlos a ambos sin que ellos estuviesen juntos, los dos seres humanos de excepción pero con una convivencia en común imposible. Mi madre un ser de luz encantador, amante de la poesía, de la lectura, empática, muy proactiva. Mi amado padre médico de profesión, bohemio, jocoso, cariñoso, desprendido de todo lo material ejercía su carrera con total entrega por el ser humano. De manera que mi viaje tuvo una niñez con tropiezos sin embargo muy feliz, incluyendo la separación que fue manejada inteligentemente por toda la familia para que nosotros no sintiésemos abandono alguno.
La ruta siguió con una adolescencia “encantadora”, mi vida universitaria se inició prontamente a los 16 años comencé a estudiar odontología carrera que me absorbía todo el tiempo disponible, aprendí no solo la profesión sino además conocí a quienes fueron mis hermanos de la vida con quienes descubrí la diversión sana, guiada siempre por pasarla bien. Egresé de LUZ con 23 años, ya escribía desde los 12 años y leía cuanto libro me pasara por los ojos, entonces sucedió la ocasión de estudiar Comunicación Social a “distancia” puesto que trabajaba desde un primer momento en un hospital y un colegio ejerciendo mi primera profesión. Llegaron los Scouts en 1987, la segunda profesión también aconteció y todo el cambio que significó eso en mi camino.
Cuando cumplí 33 años conocí “a mi compañero” de rumbos y cuando arribé a los 35 nos casamos, los trayectos los realizaba acompañada de forma directa, en 1999 mi vida cambió por completo cuando me hice mamá, no recuerdo otro acontecimiento más hermoso en el existir, ese mismo año llegué a la docencia… pasión total. Desde hace casi seis años la vía del viaje se tornó tortuosa, he aprendido tanto en este tiempo, ha habido tanta transformación y evolución, solo que el maestro que me lo ha enseñado con más profundidad es el maestro dolor, subidas escarpadas, bajadas impetuosas, una tempestad de arena, cientos de obstáculos…mi hijo enfermó…aferrada al maestro amor continuo mi viaje que cada día adquiere una naturaleza más comprometida con la empatía por otros, la fortaleza para continuar adelante y el apego a lo superior…Dios.
My journey began 62 years ago in the arms of a loving family. However, the first setback I had to overcome was the hostile separation and subsequent divorce of my parents when I was 8 years old and my only brother was 7. My parents' marriage was certainly complex: arguments, threats, uncertainty, and my mother's suffering. Peace came with their separation, at least at home. As I already mentioned, a family that generally lavished love lavishly on my grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins, and all the friends who became related by affinity. I was born and lived my early years in an emblematic neighborhood of Maracaibo, Zulia State, Venezuela, El Saladillo. Much of this was reinforced in my regionalist way of acting, with very Zulia customs and traditions that I still maintain. As a "natural" setting, I have a wonderful lake, the only one in the world with access to the Caribbean Sea... I grew up with that image in my eyes.
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After my parents' "happy divorce," I say this with the fondest memories, we were able to enjoy them both without them being there, both exceptional human beings, but with an impossible shared life. My mother was a charming being of light, a lover of poetry, reading, empathetic, and very proactive. My beloved father, a doctor by profession, bohemian, humorous, affectionate, detached from all material things, pursued his career with total dedication to humanity. So my childhood was marked by setbacks, but very happy, including the separation, which was intelligently handled by the entire family so that we didn't feel abandoned in any way.
The journey continued with an "enchanting" adolescence. My university life began early, and at 16 I began studying dentistry, a career that absorbed all my available time. I not only learned about the profession but also met those who became my brothers in life, with whom I discovered healthy fun, always guided by having a good time. I graduated from LUZ at 23, and I'd been writing since I was 12 and read every book I could find. Then the opportunity arose to study Social Communications "distance," since I was working from the very beginning in a hospital and a school, practicing my first profession. The Scouts arrived in 1987, the second profession arrived, and all the changes that meant in my path.
When I turned 33, I met "my partner" on the road, and when I reached 35, we got married. I traveled with a companion, directly accompanied. In 1999, my life changed completely when I became a mother. I can't remember a more beautiful event in my life. That same year, I became a teacher... total passion. For almost six years, the path of my journey became tortuous. I have learned so much during this time; there has been so much transformation and evolution. However, the teacher who has taught me this most profoundly is Master Pain: steep climbs, impetuous descents, a sandstorm, hundreds of obstacles... my son fell ill... clinging to Master Love, I continue my journey, which every day acquires a more committed nature, with empathy for others, the strength to continue forward, and attachment to the higher... God.
