Irene
simply being
It was a sunny, cool morning in late November six years ago. I had done my usual work and before going home to prepare the family meal, I went to a bank office. I did not realize but a couple of men followed me. I went into my house and there I received a brutal assault. I needed eight surgeries and two years of recovery eating only porridge.
Those two years were very hard for me and my family. But I never felt a victim. The first days my friends and neighbors whispered "Poor Irene" but soon they saw my attitude to this experience and they changed these whispers of pity for a some admiring comments "Irene is strong and courageous."
I am telling you this because a lot of friends tell me why do you always smile? Why are you always happy? The summer before the attack I felt sad, something was wrong in my life, I needed a change, I prayed to God to help me. And he helped me. I had to pass this test. The difficult moments of life help us grow as people.
One day I found a person and I told her what can I do now?, because I could not work as before, and she said: Why do? Why not be?
And now I am
Irene Roca