2012/11/16

7797.- My DOG.-

My DOG

Dog lovers get ready for my dog loving story. Ever since I was a baby in my mom’s stomach I had a dog name Mozart he was a very special dog to me he would always go gently close to my mom and lay his ear gently on her belly to hear me I guess. He and I had a strong relationship when I was born and for the first time I came home he would always watch me. When I started walking he would always help me if I fell down. One day I was walking on this wall and I fell he started barking and barking when my mom finally came down he was trying to help me up. Mozart was a very special dog. I loved my dog so much, I was a strange and smart child most of the time when you bother a dog while its eating most likely it will bite you but Mozart and I were so close that I would play with him throwing him food and he would not even mind.

One day I was eating breakfast and my abuelo (Spanish for grandpa) told me to change the channel upstairs because since the TV upstairs controlled the one downstairs. As I was skipping to the stairs I saw Mozart in the house it was strange because he is supposed to be outside. I saw blood on the floor and all of the sudden my other dog Beethoven was chasing him I was sad and I hollered for my abuelo he came running to see what was my distress the dogs had a fight. I was on the top stair when my grandpa finally separated them I was scared I never saw a dog fight before, especially of my two favorite dogs. (Only two dogs) the first time my dogs fought was when I was a toddler because I wanted to play with Beethoven and Mozart did not want me to. Mozart was always there for me I remember when I used to lay on his back and we could play horse. Mozart was a very special dog to me, he would always care for me so much it was really impressive he was a very smart dog, the only thing he did not do was talk on the phone.

All dogs are scared of fireworks. I was scared so I took Mozart and Beethoven inside the house we played hide and seek and all sorts of games that I could play with a dog my dogs were so smart Mozart smile and he made funny sound he use to say “te quiero” which means I love you he was so smart it’s such a pity he died I don’t think I said a proper good bye to him. One morning in Miami and 8 year old girl named Kleys woke up and found out that one of the most precious things to her had died, Mozart at the age of 93 had died do to old age. He was so special to me still when I see or hear pictures of boxers I get sad I almost cry I loved him so much I can’t even think that he is dead. I remember all those times when we played together, ate together, cried together, smiled, sang, and when I talked to him I could feel like he actually cared and that he knew what I was saying but I knew he was there for me when I needed him I loved him so much that I don’t really talk about it but when I do it makes me happy that someone knows how special this friend is to me.

I love this dog so much every week end I went to my abuelitas house (grandma) I would play with the dogs when it rained was when my grandma’s sprinklers turned on so Mozart and I would go outside and shower in the rain. We were really crazy not to mention one time we found un alacran (an scorpion) and what Mozart did was get a stick and he squished it, I was so amazed that a dog killed a scorpion I think he had done it before because when I followed him he was taking the scorpion into a bag there was like three of them and he just walked away calmly. I was really surprised at his behavior maybe when he was small they trained him to do it maybe he was already in practice and knew all that he had to do I was amazed I just kept looking at the bag an when I was about to pick it up Mozart growled at me.

In conclusion you can tell that I really love this dog. He was one of the most special things that have ever happened to me. I really appreciate the love that he gave me and the love that I gave back, he was a smart dog. I really loved him and no matter what I will always stay happy to all the amazing things that he has ever done.

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Enviado por Kleys el 15/11/12 , Día de su cumpleaños +2 (13/11/1999)

GBH

2012/11/15

7795.- El VOR.-

Radiofaro omnidireccional VHF

Tomado de Wikipedia, la enciclopedia libre

Estación de tierra D-VOR (Doppler VOR), con DME.

receptor del VOR a bordo, llamado CDI (course deviation indicator),                                 

en este caso estamos alejándonos (FR = FROM- triángulo amarillo-) a lo largo del radial 255º

VOR es un acrónimo para la frase en inglés: "VHF Omnidirectional Radio Range", que en castellano significa Radiofaro Omnidireccional de Muy Alta Frecuencia.

Se trata de una radioayuda a la navegación que utilizan las aeronaves para seguir en vuelo una ruta preestablecida. Generalmente se encuentra una estación terrestre VOR en cada aeropuerto, además de otras en ruta, que constituyen los denominados "fijos" , los puntos sobre los que ha de pasar la ruta seguida por el piloto. La antena VOR de la estación emite una señal de radiofrecuencia VHF en todas direcciones, que es recibida por el equipo VOR de cualquier aeronave que se encuentre dentro del rango de alcance (máx. unos 320 km a hasta 37 500 pies de altura -11 430 m- sobre la estación) y tenga sintonizada la frecuencia de dicha estación (que puede variar de 108.00 a 117.95 MHz modulada en FM).

 Principio de funcionamiento

La radiofrecuencia emitida por un VOR contiene o está modulada por tres señales. Una es la identificación de la estación en código Morse, que permite al piloto identificar la estación. Las otras dos son ondas senoidales de 30 Hz cuyas fases varían entre si. Se les llama señal de referencia y señal variable respectivamente. La referencia mantiene siempre su fase constante, mientras que la variable cambia su fase según la dirección en la que sea emitida. Dicha dirección se mide como un azimut, es decir, se divide en 360 grados alrededor de la antena VOR contando en sentido horario a partir del norte magnético terrestre, punto en el cual la señal de referencia y la variable tienen fase idéntica. De esta manera se puede visualizar una antena VOR como el punto desde el cual parten 360 líneas de dirección, a las que se les llama radiales.

El equipo VOR en la aeronave (Omni Bearing Selector) recibe la señal VOR y demodula sus tres señales. Compara la señal de referencia con la variable y determina la diferencia de fase entre las dos. De esta manera puede conocerse en qué radial del VOR sintonizado se encuentra la aeronave con respecto al norte magnético terrestre.

Otra manera de verlo es que el radial obtenido por el equipo VOR de la aeronave, es el ángulo de desplazamiento entre el norte magnético y la aeronave, medido desde la antena de la estación terrestre VOR.

Los VOR se clasifican en tres tipos de acuerdo con su alcance :

Terminal (T): desde 1,000 pies AGL hasta e incluyendo 12,000 AGL pies con un radio de 25 millas náuticas.

Baja Altitud (L): desde 1,000 pies AGL hasta e incluyendo 18,000 AGL pies con un radio de 40 millas náuticas.

Alta Altitud (H): desde 1,000 pies AGL hasta e incluyendo 14,500 AGL con un radio de 40 millas náuticas, desde 14,500 AGL hasta e incluyendo 60,000 AGL con un radio de 100 millas náuticas. Desde 18,000 AGL hasta 60,000 AGL tiene un alcance de 130 millas náuticas.

 Uso práctico

El VOR se utiliza en la aeronáutica para navegar según el vuelo IFR, siempre permaneciendo en comunicación por radio con un controlador de tráfico aéreo (CTA). Los VOR suelen ir acompañados de otra radioayuda llamada DME (Distance Measurement Equipment), que ayuda al piloto a conocer la distancia que hay entre la aeronave y la estación VOR-DME. Los DME, aunque mayormente están instalados en la misma caseta que el VOR y comparten una misma instalación de antena (la del DME puesta directamente encima de la del VOR), son equipos completamente independientes del sistema VOR (a excepción de la señal de identificación, que se intercala en la del VOR). Al sintonizar el piloto la frecuencia de algún VOR en particular, automáticamente también se sintonizará la frecuencia de su DME asociado, y ambos compartirán la misma identificación en código Morse.

Un ejemplo de frecuencia y estación VOR-DME sería: RES (114.2 MHz) (y su transmisión en Morse: .-. . ...).

Precisión

La precisión predecible de un VOR es ± 1,4°. Sin embargo, datos de prueba indican que el 99,94% del tiempo con un sistema VOR tiene menos que ± 0,35° de error. Los sistemas VOR son internamente monitoreados y comunican cualquier error de la estación que exceda 1,0°.

La norma ARINC 711-10 del 30 de enero de 2002 establece que la precisión del receptor debería estar dentro de 0,4º con una probabilidad estadística del 95% bajo varias condiciones. Cualquier receptor cumple con este estándar bien o suele excederla.

Futuro

Como ocurre con otras formas de radionavegación aérea utilizadas actualmente, es posible que el VOR sea reemplazado por sistemas satelitales como el GPS (Global Positioning System). El GPS es capaz de localizar la posición horizontal de una aeronave con un error de sólo 20 m. Si se utiliza el GPS combinado con el WAAS (Wide Area Augmentation System), el error se reduce a un cubo de 4 m de lado. Esta precisión instrumental se aproxima (con posicionamiento lateral y vertical) a la Categoría I de los sistemas ILS actuales (Instrument Landing System). Refinamientos posteriores incluyen el LAAS (Local Area Augmentation System), que probablemente permita aproximaciones equivalentes a la categoría III del ILS, para prácticamente aterrizar con cero visibilidad. El LAAS está planeado para utilizar una banda de frecuencia VHF para sus mensajes de corrección del GPS, lo cual requerirá que otras estaciones terrestres de radio locales (radionavegación o frecuencias de comunicación por voz) utilicen frecuencias diferentes para evitar interferencias.

7796.- Aproximación al Aeropuerto de Mérida.- VFR

7794.- Navegación Aérea

Para paliar en algo la curiosidad de un buen amigo que pregunta sobre el tema, transcribiré a continuación algunos conceptos que pueden servirle para aclarar la incógnita sobre nuestro aeropuerto y sus “Radio Ayudas”.

De forma inmediata lo que le informa Wikipedia:

Tipos de navegación aérea

La navegación aérea se divide en dos tipos (dependiendo si la aeronave necesita de instalaciones exteriores para poder guiarse):

La navegación aérea autónoma es aquella que no necesita de ninguna infraestructura o información exterior para poder completar con éxito el vuelo. A su vez, ésta se divide en:

La navegación aérea no autónoma, al contrario, sí necesita de instalaciones exteriores para poder realizar el vuelo, ya que por sí sola la aeronave no es capaz de navegar. Las instalaciones necesarias para su guiado durante el vuelo reciben el nombre de ayudas a la navegación. Estas ayudas se pueden dividir a su vez dependiendo del tipo de información que transmiten, así como del canal a través del cual lo hacen. Así, las radioayudas pueden ser:

  • Ayudas visuales al aterrizaje: son instalaciones que proporcionan señales visuales durante la etapa de aterrizaje de la aeronave.
  • Radioayudas: Son señales radioeléctricas recibidas a bordo, generalmente emitidas en instalaciones terrestres.
  • Navegación por satélite.

Normativas

Dependiendo de las condiciones mínimas de visibilidad, distancia de las nubes, y del tipo de espacio aéreo atravesado, existen dos conjuntos de reglas de obligado cumplimiento: las reglas de vuelo visual (visibilidad mayor de 5 millas náuticas [8 km] y techo de nubes por encima de los 1500 m) y las reglas de vuelo instrumental (operada mediante instrumentos). Los aviones de línea, por razones de seguridad, operan “solamente” bajo las reglas de vuelo instrumental, independientemente de las condiciones meteorológicas.

El elemento responsable en tierra de la navegación aérea es el control de tráfico aéreo, apoyado en la información proporcionada por los pilotos y por los sistemas de radar.

 

Publicación de información aeronáutica

Una publicación de información aeronáutica, más conocida por las siglas AIP (del inglés: Aeronautical Information Publication), es una publicación editada por las autoridades competentes en aviación civil (o por quien estas designen) que contiene información aeronáutica de carácter esencial para la navegación aérea. Se diseñan para que sean un manual que contenga detalles de leyes, procedimientos operativos, servicios disponibles o cualquier otra información que necesite una aeronave que sobrevuele el país en particular al que se refiere el AIP.

 

Aeronautical Information Services (AIS) o Servicio de Información Aeronáutica,  es la fuente de gubernamental de autoridad única para recolectar, validad, almacenar, mantener y diseminar los datos aeronáuticos relativos a un Estado para apoyar las actividades de aviación en tiempo real.

El AIS suministra la información aeronáutica necesaria para que las operaciones aéreas se desarrollen con seguridad, regularidad y eficiencia. Toda esa información se publica y distribuye desde los servicios centrales de Navegación Aérea de forma global como "paquete de documentación integrada de información aeronáutica", compuesto por:

  • AIP: Publicación de Información Aeronáutica, que incorpora información permanente relativa a los servicios, instalaciones, normativa y procedimientos que afectan a las operaciones aéreas que se realicen en el espacio aéreo.
  • Suplementos y enmiendas al AIP.
  • Aeronautical Information Circulars (AIC) o Circulares de Información Aeronáutica. Son notificaciones relativas a la seguridad, la navegación, los asuntos técnicos, administrativos o legales.[3]
  • NOTAM.

NOTAM

NOTAM or NoTAM es el acrónimo inglés de Notice To Airmen (Información para aviadores). Las agencias de gobierno crean y transmiten los NOTAM siguiendo las especificaciones del Anexo 15 (Servicios de información aeronáutica) de la Convención Internacional de Aviación Civil. Los NOTAM se crean para alertar a los aviadores de cualquier clase de peligros en una ruta o en algún lugar en especial. Cuando un piloto entrega su plan de vuelo, el servicio de información de la autoridad correspondiente le comunica todos los NOTAM pertinentes.

Entre las razones por las que habitualmente se emiten NOTAMs se pueden citar:

  • peligros como exhibiciones aéreas o saltos de paracaidistas
  • pistas cerradas
  • ayudas de navegación por radio inoperativas
  • ejercicios militares que imponen restricciones en el uso del espacio aéreo
  • presencia temporal de obstáculos cerca de los aeropuertos

 

Aeropuerto Alberto Carnevalli

IATA: MRD - OACI: SVMD

Sumario

Tipo Público

Operador SAPAM

Ciudad Mérida, Venezuela

Elevación
1526 m / 5007 pies (msnm)

Coordenadas
08°34′56.26″N 71°09′40.27″O / 8.5822944, -71.1611861

Pistas

Dirección 06/24
Largo 1630mts 5348pies
Superficie Asfalto

Fuentes: World Aero Data

El Aeropuerto Alberto Carnevalli (IATA: MRD, ICAO: SVMD) es un aeropuerto comercial y público de tipo nacional que se encuentra localizado en la ciudad de Mérida, Venezuela. Fue hasta el año 2008 el principal aeropuerto del estado Mérida y uno de los más destacados de la región andina y del país, momento en el que nuevas normativas limitasen la operación comercial en el mismo. El nombre del aeropuerto se le atribuye en honor a la labor desempeñada por el abogado y político Alberto Carnevali.

Inaugurado en el año de 1956, este aeropuerto estaba ubicado en las afueras de la ciudad, pero el rápido crecimiento urbano durante los años 60 y 70, pronto lo dejó completamente rodeado de viviendas y edificios por sus cuatro costados. Dos grandes cadenas de montañas se encuentran a su alrededor, en el lado sur está la Sierra Nevada con su pico más alto, el Pico Bolívar, a 4978 msnm.

Cuenta con una terminal aérea con servicios tales como el alquiler de automóviles, excursiones hacia sitios de interés turístico, venta de boletos aéreos, línea de taxis, cafetería, restaurante y tiendas comerciales. El aeropuerto no cuenta con Aduana ni con balizaje, por lo tanto no puede acoger vuelos internacionales ni nocturnos. Las entradas y salidas se llevan a cabo por los corredores visuales "Río Chama" al WSW, "Observatorio" al ENE, "El Morro" al Sur y "El Valle" al Norte. Las operaciones se rigen bajo las normas de vuelo VFR al no existir radioayudas cercanas.

Descripción

El aeropuerto cuenta con una sola pista de aterrizaje y despegue de 1.640 metros de largo por 60 metros de ancho incluyendo las zonas de seguridad. Actualmente ninguna aerolínea comercial presta servicio en este aeropuerto.

Su infraestructura está compuesta por una terminal aérea que ofrece servicios de alquiler de automóviles, excursiones hacia sitios de interés turístico, venta de billetes aéreos, línea de taxis, cafetería, restaurante y tiendas varias. Los vuelos privados son coordinados por el personal de SAPAM y el aparcamiento de aviones en rampa de Aviación General es Gratuito.

Este aeropuerto no está equipado con aduana, por lo que no puede acoger vuelos internacionales. Las entradas y salidas se llevan a cabo por los corredores visuales Río Chama al WSW, El Morro al Sur y El Valle al Norte, las operaciones se rigen bajo las normas de vuelo VFR debido a que no existen radioayudas cercanas, tampoco posee balizaje por lo cual luego de la puesta de sol o bajo condiciones de escasa visibilidad el aeropuerto queda inhabilitado y cualquier vuelo pendiente es desviado hacia El Vigía a 1 hora en automóvil.

Un hecho muy famoso ocurrió en 1985 cuando un avión Douglas DC-9 30 de la empresa Aeropostal sigla YV24C aterriza en Mérida con el papa Juan Pablo II

Luego del accidente del vuelo 518 de SBA Airlines, el único modo de aproximación aprobado por las autoridades aeronáuticas fue el corredor del Río Chama.

 

Vista general del aeropuerto de la ciudad.

Cese de operaciones comerciales

El aeropuerto Alberto Carnevali sirvió durante largos años con destinos a la ciudad de Caracas, Maracaibo y Valencia, sin embargo, producto del accidente ocurrido el 21 de febrero de 2008 cuando el Vuelo 518 de Santa Bárbara Airlines poco después de despegar se estrelló con una montaña cercana a la ciudad luego de 10 minutos de vuelo, las operaciones aéreas fueron suspendidas de forma indefinida y se determinó que sería el Aeropuerto Internacional Juan Pablo Pérez Alfonso de la ciudad de El Vigía quién serviría como puerto aéreo para los vuelos comerciales. Durante muchos años este aeropuerto (Mérida) recibió jets comerciales pertenecientes a las aerolíneas Aeropostal , Avensa y Servivensa.

Hasta aquí por hoy… en próximas publicaciones colocaré datos sobre los equipos que se utilizan en la Navegación Aérea.

2012/11/14

7793.-Life is too short NOT to laugh

Nuestra  Nuestra muy querida Ivonne nos envía desde las antípodas este pequeño cuento lleno de verdades y de pequeñas miserias…
A man came home from work and found his 5 children outside, still in their pajamas, playing in the mud, with empty food boxes and wrappers strewn around garden, The door of his wife's car was open, as was the front door to the house and no sign of the dog, walking in the door, he found ...an even bigger mess. A lamp had been knocked over, the throw rug was against one wall, In the front room the TV was on loudly with the cartoon channel, the family room was strewn with toys and various items of clothing. In the kitchen, dishes filled the sink, breakfast food was spilled on the counter, the fridge door was open wide, dog food was spilled on the floor, a broken glass lay under the table, and a small pile of sand was spread by the back door. He quickly headed up the stairs, stepping over toys and more piles of clothes, looking for his wife. He was worried she might be ill, or that something serious had happened. He was met with a small trickle of water as it made its way out the bathroom door. As he peered inside he found wet towels, scummy soap and more toys strewn over the floor. Miles of toilet paper lay in a heap and toothpaste had been smeared over the mirror and walls. As he rushed to the bedroom, he found his wife still curled up in the bed in her pajamas, reading a novel... She looked up at him, smiled and asked how his day went. He looked at her bewildered and asked, 'What happened here today?' She again smiled and answered, 'You know every day when you come home from work and you ask me what in the world do I do all day?...
''Yes," was his incredulous reply..
She answered, 'Well, today I didn't do it.

2012/11/13

7792.- Tradutore traitore…

Siguiendo el ejemplo de la ONU donde esa palabras jocosas sobre los traductores son lugar común, trataré de escribir en Castellano  lo que he entendido en lo que publica María Sheibl en Facebook:

Dos amigos vagaban por el desierto. Se sucedió  una controversia durante la caminata y uno golpeó al otro en la cara.
La respuesta fue inmediata. Sin decir una palabra, el agraviado se arrodilló y escribió lo siguiente  en la arena: "Hoy mi mejor amigo me ha golpeado en la cara ."
Continuaron su marcha y pronto llegaron a un oasis. Allí, ambos decidieron tomar un baño. El amigo, que había golpeado  se había quedado  enterrado en el barro y amenazaba con ahogarse. Pero su amigo lo salvó literalmente en el último minuto.
Después de que el amigo que casi se había ahogado, se recuperó, tomó una piedra y escribió en ella estas palabras : "Hoy mi mejor amigo ha salvado mi vida".
El amigo que había golpeado  preguntó sorprendido: "cuando te hice  daño, escribiste en la arena, pero ahora  anotas las palabras en una piedra. ¿Por qué?'
El otro amigo respondió: "si alguien nos ofende o nos ha ofendido, escribimos las palabras en la arena, para  que el viento del perdón pueda eliminarlas de nuevo. Pero si alguien hace algo que es bueno para nosotros, lo  grabamos en una piedra, para que el viento no lo pueda borrar nunca."

2012/11/10

7791. El Árbol Confundido

Había una vez, algún lugar que podría ser cualquier lugar, y en un tiempo que podría ser cualquier tiempo, un hermoso jardín, con manzanos, naranjos, perales y bellísimos rosales, todos ellos felices y satisfechos.

Todo era alegría en el jardín, excepto por un árbol profundamente triste. El pobre tenía un problema: “No sabía quién era.”

“Lo que te falta es concentración”, le decía el manzano, “si realmente lo intentas, podrás tener sabrosas manzanas. ¿Ve que fácil es?”

- No lo escuches, exigía el rosal. Es más sencillo tener rosas y “¿Ves que bellas son?”

Y el árbol desesperado, intentaba todo lo que le sugerían, y como no lograba ser como los demás, se sentía cada vez más frustrado. Un día llegó hasta el jardín el búho, la más sabia de las aves, y al ver la desesperación del árbol, exclamó:

- No te preocupes, tu problema no es tan grave, es el mismo de muchísimos seres sobre la tierra. Yo te daré la solución. No dediques tu vida a ser como los demás quieran que seas. Sé tu mismo, conócete, y para lograrlo, escucha tu voz interior. Y dicho esto, el búho desapareció.

- ¿Mi voz interior…? ¿Ser yo mismo…? ¿Conocerme…?, se preguntaba el árbol desesperado, cuándo de pronto, comprendió. Y cerrando los ojos y los oídos, abrió el corazón, y por fin pudo escuchar su voz interior diciéndole:

- Tú jamás darás manzanas porque no eres un manzano, ni florecerás cada primavera porque no eres un rosal. Eres un roble, y tu destino es crecer grande y majestuoso. Dar cobijo a las aves, sombra a los viajeros, belleza al paisaje… Tienes una misión “Cúmplela”. Y el árbol se sintió fuerte y seguro de sí mismo y se dispuso a ser todo aquello para lo cual estaba destinado.

Así, pronto llenó su espacio y fue admirado y respetado por todos.

Y sólo entonces el jardín fue completamente feliz.

Y tu… ¿dejas crecer el roble que hay en ti? En la vida, todos tienen un propósito que cumplir, un espacio que llenar.

No permitas que nada ni nadie te impida conocer y compartir la maravillosa esencia de tu ser.

Pero sobre todo recuerda, jamás podrás conocer el propósito de tu vida si no rindes tu corazón a aquel quién te creo. Conocer a Dios es encontrar el propósito de Dios para nuestra vida.

¡Cuán bienaventurado es el hombre que no anda en el consejo de los impíos, ni se detiene en el camino de los pecadores, ni se sienta en la silla de los escarnecedores, sino que en la ley del Señor está su deleite, y en su ley medita de día y de noche!

Será como árbol firmemente plantado junto a corrientes de agua, que da su fruto a su tiempo, y su hoja no se marchita; en todo lo que hace, prospera. Salmo 1:1-3

Reflexiones – Renuevo.net

2012/11/07

7790.- “Sin quejas y sin alharacas”

Gracias a Dios no perdemos nuestra capacidad para asombrarnos… Perdidos en la nebulosa de los recuerdos mustios, mi cerebro ha colocado una grandísima cantidad de nombres y caras de personas, de las que me precio de ser su amigo y a las que, al lograr el ensamble de miles de pequeños detalles, recuerdo entonces, si, plenamente, reviviendo los momentos que compartimos en épocas pasadas. En lo tocante al Camino de Santiago, a las montañas de Mérida, a los montes de Aragua, a los Parque naturales de USA, Pirineos, Perú, Bolivia, Chile, a la Caminata de San Sebastián, y otros sitios donde he caminado, que al momento son parte de la nebulosa,  casi siempre he estado acompañado por otros caminantes con quienes, gracias a Dios, hemos hecho empatía y disfrutado, sufrido, soportado, realizando esa travesías que han dado luz y calor a nuestra vida. La memoria interna no tiene limitaciones por cuanto entrelaza los recuerdos y solo hace falta gatillarlos para que, cual holograma, se presenten ante nuestros ojos  los rostros, los paisajes y las incidencias que nos tocaron vivir juntos. Y no es tan solo una presentación fría y vaga, sino que a la luz del tiempo transcurrido, libres de las ataduras circunstanciales de cada uno de esos momentos, los recuerdos toman vida propia y se engrandecen… su peso especifico crece y nos llena de sentimientos, a veces encontrados, pero en mi caso, el promedio lo estimo positivo pues me ha permitido revivirlos y tratar de entenderlos en su real contexto.

No me puedo quejar de mis compañeros de camino!!! He sido muy afortunado, me ha tocado compartir con personas a quienes no puedo calificar con menos de “Maravillosas”, personas que me han brindado su aprecio, su don de gentes, su misericordia, su apoyo, su cariño, su capacidad de trabajo, su inteligencia, su visión de futuro.

Tampoco puedo quedarme corto hablando solo de Las Caminatas… He de referirme a la caminata de mi vida… de acuerdo a mis números “oficiales” llevo trabajando desde el 4 de agosto de 1951 lo que implica que estoy conociendo gente desde hace 61 años y “trabajar” ha sido una constante de estudios, producción, dirección, etc.… tal como todos, respetando la muy sabia doctrina materna de: “Sin quejas y sin alharacas”, trabajando en la línea del “bajo perfil”…  Me ha pasado como a todo el mundo,  he conocido muchas clases de gentes, diferentes, de distintas culturas, con distinta educación, con distinta formación, con miras a veces opuestas a las mías. Pero, repito, debo darle Gracias a Dios porque El me ha cruzado en el camino con gente realmente maravillosa.

Tuve la oportunidad de hacerme adulto disfrutando las mieles de vivir prohijado por varias familias y a fe que no me puedo quejar de cuanto he recibido de cada una… me engolosinó la experiencia del vivir compartiendo cariño de familia brindado por muchas personas de distintos apellidos, me enseñaron a querer con el corazón y no con la costumbre. Y así como recibí calor de hogar, amor y consideraciones, también encontré donde y a quienes les brindé y brindo el mío. Lo entrañable siempre lo ha sido así, “Sin quejas y sin alharacas”

En estas fechas de mi vida, cuando el cerebro poco a poco reúne los datos y me presenta las imágenes de las personas, los lugares y los hechos, y me deja tratar de darles el sentido real que una vez tuvieron, he comenzado a darles mucho mayor valor tanto a esas personas como a los momentos que tuve la suerte de compartir con ellas. !!Cuanto tengo que agradecerles a cada una de ellas!!. Se hace pequeño el corazón porque demasiado grandes son los sentimientos y muchos son las amistades y los conocidos.  “Sin quejas y sin alharacas”, quiso la buena fortuna que me criasen en ciudad pequeña y hermosa, quiso que me educasen en buen Colegio, buen Liceo, en buena Escuela de formación profesional, buenos fueron los estudios universitarios y las especialidades. Mi carrera profesional estuvo siempre signada por buenos conductores, lideres, personas que daban su vida por quienes trabajamos para ellos. Al escribir estas líneas se me llena la mente de situaciones especificas que hablan, sin palabras, de la calidad de esos conductores que me toco conocer. Claro, hubo de todo… pero, a estas alturas no podemos mirar atrás y revivir los malos momentos, en todo caso hay que estudiarlos y buscar lo que de bueno tuvieron y la enseñanza que nos dejaron, “Sin quejas y sin alharacas”.

Como hablar de mis “Compañeros”, de aulas, de clases, de Promociones, de Trabajos… gentes especiales que tuvieron que soportarme durante tanto tiempo… amistades entrañables y… nombres… grandes cantidades de nombres propios, y nunca mejor el termino, propios, cada uno con su personalidad, ellos y ellas… compañer@s de tiendas de campaña, de sueños, de logros, de caminatas, de escaladas… de trote….de madrugonazos esperanzados… de incidentes y accidentes… de pensar en y por la Patria, de trabajo tesonero, constante y sin fin…

Asomándonos ya a eso que llaman quinta edad, ya no valen las palabritas de esperanza, es un hecho que la tierra ha girado muchas veces y que la naturaleza es sabia, la luz al final del camino nos indica que en los próximos cincuenta años me encontraré con los que ya partieron y a quienes espero ver para agradecerles todo lo que se molestaron por mi, todo lo que trataron de enseñarme, espero que en ese momento me de Dios la lucidez para expresar las palabras correctas que les digan lo que realmente pasa por mi mente. Claro, como estaremos haciendo colofón en ese reino infinito, todo tendrá que ser: “Sin quejas y sin alharacas”.

2012/11/04

7789.- Del Blog de Paulo Coelho

And we survived…

by Paulo Coelho on November 3, 2012

I have received three litres of products that substitute milk.

A Norwegian company wants to know if I’m interested in investing in the production of this new type of food, because, according to the opinion of an expert, David Rietz, ‘ALL (the capital letters are his) cow’s milk has 59 active hormones and substantial amount of fat, cholesterol, dioxins, bacteria and viruses.’
I think of calcium, which ever since I was a child, I heard my mother say was good for the bones, but the expert anticipated my thought: ‘Calcium? How are the cows able to acquire sufficient calcium for their voluminous bone structure? From the plants!’

Of course, the new product is made from plants, and milk is condemned based on innumerable studies done at the most diverse institutes spread throughout the world.

And its proteins? David Rietz is implacable: ‘I know that people call milk the liquid meat (I never heard that expression, but he must know what he is talking about) due to its high amount of protein.

But it is the protein that makes calcium not able to be absorbed by the organism. Countries with a rich diet in proteins also show a high index of osteoporosis (lack of calcium in our bones).’

On that same afternoon, I receive a text my wife found on the Internet: ‘Those who are between 40 and 60 years old today drove cars with no seatbelts, head support or airbag. Children sat lose on the back seat, having fun and jumping around.

I, for example, am part of a generation that built the legendary soapbox cars (I don’t know how to explain this to today’s generation – let’s say the ‘roller-skate wheels’ were metal balls fixed between two iron rings) and we would descend the steep streets of Botafogo, using our shoes as brakes, falling, hurting, but proud of the high-speed adventure.

Children were never right, they were always grounded, and that didn’t mean they had psychological problems of rejection or lack of love. In school there were good and bad students: the first went on to the next stage, the latter failed.

Psychotherapists weren’t sought out to study these cases – those who failed would just repeat the year.

And even so we survived despite some scratched knees and a few traumas. We not only survived, but we remember the time when milk wasn’t poison, when children would solve their problems without help, fight when necessary, and spend great part of the day without electronic games, inventing children’s plays with their friends.

But let’s go back to the initial issue of this column: I decided to try the new product that substitutes the killer milk. I couldn’t drink the second sip. I asked my wife and our housemaid to taste it without saying what it was, and both of them said they had never tasted anything so bad in their lives.

I’m concerned about the children of tomorrow, with their electronic games, parents with cell phones, psychotherapists helping out at every defeat, and – over all – having to drink this ‘magic potion’ that will keep them without cholesterol, osteoporosis, 59 active hormones, and toxins.

They’ll live with great health, considerable balance, and when they grow up they will discover milk (at this point, possibly an illegal beverage). Who knows a scientist of 2050 will take upon himself to rescue something that had been consumed since the beginning of times?

Or will milk only be obtained through drug dealers?

2012/11/02

7788.- In Memory of Dr. Richard Teo (1972 - 2012)

Malaysia belongs to Jesus!


Below is the transcript of the talk of Dr. Richard Teo, who is a 40-year-old millionaire and cosmetic surgeon with a stage-4 lung cancer but selflessly came to share with the D1 class his life experience on 19-Jan-2012. He has just passed away few days ago on 18 October 2012.

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Hi good morning to all of you. My voice is a bit hoarse, so please bear with me. I thought I'll just introduce myself. My name is Richard, I'm a medical doctor. And I thought I'll just share some thoughts of my life. It's my pleasure to be invited by prof. Hopefully, it can get you thinking about how... as you pursue this.. embarking on your training to become dental surgeons, to think about other things as well.
Since young, I am a typical product of today's society. Relatively successful product that society requires.. From young, I came from a below average family. I was told by the media... and people around me that happiness is about success. And that success is about being wealthy. With this mind-set, I've always be extremely competitive, since I was young.
Not only do I need to go to the top school, I need to have success in all fields. Uniform groups, track, everything. I needed to get trophies, needed to be successful, I needed to have colours award, national colours award, everything. So I was highly competitive since young. I went on to medical school, graduated as a doctor. Some of you may know that within the medical faculty, ophthalmology is one of the most highly sought after specialities. So I went after that as well. I was given a traineeship in ophthalmology, I was also given a research scholarship by NUS to develop lasers to treat the eye.
So in the process, I was given 2 patents, one for the medical devices, and another for the lasers. And you know what, all this academic achievements did not bring me any wealth. So once I completed my bond with MOH, I decided that this is taking too long, the training in eye surgery is just taking too long. And there's lots of money to be made in the private sector. If you're aware, in the last few years, there is this rise in aesthetic medicine. Tons of money to be made there. So I decided, well, enough of staying in institution, it's time to leave. So I quit my training halfway and I went on to set up my aesthetic clinic... in town, together with a day surgery centre.
You know the irony is that people do not make heroes out average GP (general practitioner), family physicians. They don't. They make heroes out of people who are rich and famous. People who are not happy to pay $20 to see a GP, the same person have no qualms paying ten thousand dollars for a liposuction, 15 thousand dollars for a breast augmentation, and so on and so forth. So it's a no brainer isn't? Why do you want to be a gp? Become an aesthetic physician. So instead of healing the sick and ill, I decided that I'll become a glorified beautician. So, business was good, very good. It started off with waiting of one week, then became 3weeks, then one month, then 2 months, then 3 months. I was overwhelmed; there were just too many patients. Vanities are fantastic business. I employed one doctor, the second doctor, the 3rd doctor, the 4th doctor. And within the 1st year, we're already raking in millions. Just the 1st year. But never is enough because I was so obsessed with it. I started to expand into Indonesia to get all the rich Indonesian tai-tais who wouldn't blink an eye to have a procedure done. So life was really good.
So what do I do with the spare cash. How do I spend my weekends? Typically, I'll have car club gatherings. I take out my track car, with spare cash I got myself a track car. We have car club gatherings. We'll go up to Sepang in Malaysia. We'll go for car racing. And it was my life. With other spare cash, what do i do? I get myself a Ferrari. At that time, the 458 wasn't out, it's just a spider convertible, 430. This is a friend of mine, a schoolmate who is a forex trader, a banker. So he got a red one, he was wanting all along a red one, I was getting the silver one.
So what do I do after getting a car? It's time to buy a house, to build our own bungalows. So we go around looking for a land to build our own bungalows, we went around hunting. So how do i live my life? Well, we all think we have to mix around with the rich and famous. This is one of the Miss Universe. So we hang around with the beautiful, rich and famous. This by the way is an internet founder. So this is how we spend our lives, with dining and all the restaurants and Michelin Chefs you know.
So I reach a point in life that I got everything for my life. I was at the pinnacle of my career and all. That's me one year ago in the gym and I thought I was like, having everything under control and reaching the pinnacle.
Well, I was wrong. I didn't have everything under control. About last year March, I started to develop backache in the middle of nowhere. I thought maybe it was all the heavy squats I was doing. So I went to SGH, saw my classmate to do an MRI, to make sure it's not a slipped disc or anything. And that evening, he called me up and said that we found bone marrow replacement in your spine. I said, sorry what does that mean? I mean I know what it means, but I couldn't accept that. I was like “Are you serious?” I was still running around going to the gym you know. But we had more scans the next day, PET scans - positrons emission scans, they found that actually I have stage 4 terminal lung cancer. I was like "Whoa where did that come from?” It has already spread to the brain, the spine, the liver and the adrenals. And you know one moment I was there, totally thinking that I have everything under control, thinking that I've reached the pinnacle of my life. But the next moment, I have just lost it.
This is a CT scan of the lungs itself. If you look at it, every single dot there is a tumour. We call this miliaries tumour. And in fact, I have tens of thousands of them in the lungs. So, I was told that even with chemotherapy, that I'll have about 3-4months at most. Did my life come crushing on, of course it did, who wouldn't? I went into depression, of course, severe depression and I thought I had everything.
See the irony is that all these things that I have, the success, the trophies, my cars, my house and all. I thought that brought me happiness. But i was feeling really down, having severe depression. Having all these thoughts of my possessions, they brought me no joy. The thought of... You know, I can hug my Ferrari to sleep, no... No, it is not going to happen. It brought not a single comfort during my last ten months. And I thought they were, but they were not true happiness. But it wasn't. What really brought me joy in the last ten months was interaction with people, my loved ones, friends, people who genuinely care about me, they laugh and cry with me, and they are able to identify the pain and suffering I was going through. That brought joy to me, happiness. None of the things I have, all the possessions, and I thought those were supposed to bring me happiness. But it didn't, because if it did, I would have felt happy think about it, when I was feeling most down..
You know the classical Chinese New Year that is coming up. In the past, what do I do? Well, I will usually drive my flashy car to do my rounds, visit my relatives, to show it off to my friends. And I thought that was joy, you know. I thought that was really joy. But do you really think that my relatives and friends, whom some of them have difficulty trying to make ends meet, that will truly share the joy with me? Seeing me driving my flashy car and showing off to them? No, no way. They won’t be sharing joy with me. They were having problems trying to make ends meet, taking public transport. In fact i think, what I have done is more like you know, making them envious, jealous of all I have. In fact, sometimes even hatred.
Those are what we call objects of envy. I have them, I show them off to them and I feel it can fill my own pride and ego. That didn't bring any joy to these people, to my friends and relatives, and I thought they were real joy.
Well, let me just share another story with you. You know when I was about your age, I stayed in king Edward VII hall. I had this friend whom I thought was strange. Her name is Jennifer, we're still good friends. And as I walk along the path, she would, if she sees a snail, she would actually pick up the snail and put it along the grass patch. I was like why do you need to do that? Why dirty your hands? It’s just a snail. The truth is she could feel for the snail. The thought of being crushed to death is real to her, but to me it's just a snail. If you can't get out of the pathway of humans then you deserve to be crushed, it’s part of evolution isn't it? What an irony isn't it?
There I was being trained as a doctor, to be compassionate, to be able to empathise; but I couldn't. As a house officer, I graduated from medical school, posted to the oncology department at NUH. And, every day, every other day I witness death in the cancer department. When I see how they suffered, I see all the pain they went through. I see all the morphine they have to press every few minutes just to relieve their pain. I see them struggling with their oxygen breathing their last breath and all. But it was just a job. When I went to clinic every day, to the wards every day, take blood, give the medication but was the patient real to me? They weren't real to me. It was just a job, I do it, I get out of the ward, I can't wait to get home, I do my own stuff.
Was the pain, was the suffering the patients went through real? No. Of course I know all the medical terms to describe how they feel, all the suffering they went through. But in truth, I did not know how they feel, not until I became a patient. It is until now; I truly understand how they feel. And, if you ask me, would I have been a very different doctor if I were to re-live my life now, I can tell you yes I will. Because I truly understand how the patients feel now. And sometimes, you have to learn it the hard way.
Even as you start just your first year, and you embark this journey to become dental surgeons, let me just challenge you on two fronts.
Inevitably, all of you here will start to go into private practice. You will start to accumulate wealth. I can guarantee you. Just doing an implant can bring you thousands of dollars, it's fantastic money. And actually there is nothing wrong with being successful, with being rich or wealthy, absolutely nothing wrong. The only trouble is that a lot of us like myself couldn't handle it.
Why do I say that? Because when I start to accumulate, the more I have, the more I want. The more I wanted, the more obsessed I became. Like what I showed you earlier on, all I can was basically to get more possessions, to reach the pinnacle of what society did to us, of what society wants us to be. I became so obsessed that nothing else really mattered to me. Patients were just a source of income, and I tried to squeeze every single cent out of these patients.
A lot of times we forget, whom we are supposed to be serving. We become so lost that we serve nobody else but just ourselves. That was what happened to me. Whether it is in the medical, the dental fraternity, I can tell you, right now in the private practice, sometimes we just advise patients on treatment that is not indicated. Grey areas. And even though it is not necessary, we kind of advocate it. Even at this point, I know who are my friends and who genuinely cared for me and who are the ones who try to make money out of me by selling me "hope". We kind of lose our moral compass along the way. Because we just want to make money.
Worse, I can tell you, over the last few years, we bad mouth our fellow colleagues, our fellow competitors in the industry. We have no qualms about it. So if we can put them down to give ourselves an advantage, we do it. And that's what happening right now, medical, dental everywhere. My challenge to you is not to lose that moral compass. I learnt it the hard way, I hope you don't ever have to do it.
Secondly, a lot of us will start to get numb to our patients as we start to practise. Whether is it government hospitals, private practice, I can tell you when I was in the hospital, with stacks of patient folders, I can't wait to get rid of those folders as soon as possible; I can't wait to get patients out of my consultation room as soon as possible because there is just so many, and that's a reality. Because it becomes a job, a very routine job. And this is just part of it. Do I truly know how the patient feels back then? No, I don't. The fears and anxiety and all, do I truly understand what they are going through? I don't, not until when this happens to me and I think that is one of the biggest flaws in our system.
We’re being trained to be healthcare providers, professional, and all and yet we don't know how exactly they feel. I'm not asking you to get involved emotionally, I don't think that is professional but do we actually make a real effort to understand their pain and all? Most of us won’t, alright, I can assure you. So don't lose it, my challenge to you is to always be able to put yourself in your patient's shoes.
Because the pain, the anxiety, the fear are very real even though it's not real to you, it's real to them. So don't lose it and you know, right now I'm in the midst of my 5th cycle of my chemotherapy. I can tell you it’s a terrible feeling. Chemotherapy is one of those things that you don't wish even your enemies to go through because it's just suffering, lousy feeling, throwing out, you don't even know if you can retain your meals or not. Terrible feeling! And even with whatever little energy now I have, I try to reach out to other cancer patients because I truly understand what pain and suffering is like. But it's kind of little too late and too little.
You guys have a bright future ahead of you with all the resource and energy, so I’m going to challenge you to go beyond your immediate patients. To understand that there are people out there who are truly in pain, truly in hardship. Don’t get the idea that only poor people suffer. It is not true. A lot of these poor people do not have much in the first place, they are easily contented. for all you know they are happier than you and me but there are out there, people who are suffering mentally, physically, hardship, emotionally, financially and so on and so forth, and they are real. We choose to ignore them or we just don't want to know that they exist.
So do think about it alright, even as you go on to become professionals and dental surgeons and all. That you can reach out to these people who are in need. Whatever you do can make a large difference to them. I'm now at the receiving end so I know how it feels, someone who genuinely care for you, encourage and all. It makes a lot of difference to me. That’s what happens after treatment. I had a treatment recently, but I’ll leave this for another day. A lot of things happened along the way, that's why I am still able to talk to you today.
I'll just end of with this quote here, it's from this book called Tuesdays with Morris, and some of you may have read it. Everyone knows that they are going to die; every one of us knows that. The truth is, none of us believe it because if we did, we will do things differently. When I faced death, when I had to, I stripped myself off all stuff totally and I focused only on what is essential. The irony is that a lot of times, only when we learn how to die then we learn how to live. I know it sounds very morbid for this morning but it's the truth, this is what I’m going through.
Don’t let society tell you how to live. Don’t let the media tell you what you're supposed to do. Those things happened to me. And I led this life thinking that these are going to bring me happiness. I hope that you will think about it and decide for yourself how you want to live your own life. Not according to what other people tell you to do, and you have to decide whether you want to serve yourself, whether you are going to make a difference in somebody else's life. Because true happiness doesn't come from serving yourself. I thought it was but it didn't turn out that way.
Also most importantly, I think true joy comes from knowing God. Not knowing about God – I mean, you can read the bible and know about God – but knowing God personally; getting a relationship with God. I think that’s the most important. That’s what I’ve learnt.
So if I were to sum it up, I’d say that the earlier we sort out the priorities in our lives, the better it is. Don’t be like me – I had no other way. I had to learn it through the hard way. I had to come back to God to thank Him for this opportunity because I’ve had 3 major accidents in my past – car accidents. You know, these sports car accidents – I was always speeding , but somehow I always came out alive, even with the car almost being overturned. And I wouldn’t have had a chance. Who knows, I don’t know where else I’d be going to! Even though I was baptised it was just a show, but the fact that this has happened, it gave me a chance to come back to God.
Few things I’d learnt though:
1. Trust in the Lord your God with all your heart – this is so important.
2. Is to love and serve others, not just ourselves.
There is nothing wrong with being rich or wealthy. I think it’s absolutely alright, cos God has blessed. So many people are blessed with good wealth, but the trouble is I think a lot of us can’t handle it. The more we have, the more we want. I’ve gone through it, the deeper the hole we dig, the more we get sucked into it, so much so that we worship wealth and lose focus. Instead of worshipping God, we worship wealth. It’s just a human instinct. It’s just so difficult to get out of it.
We are all professionals, and when we go into private practise, we start to build up our wealth – inevitably. So my thought are, when you start to build up wealth and when the opportunity comes, do remember that all these things don’t belong to us. We don’t really own it nor have rights to this wealth. It’s actually God’s gift to us. Remember that it’s more important to further His Kingdom rather than to further ourselves.
Anyway I think that I’ve gone through it, and I know that wealth without God is empty. It is more important that you fill up the wealth, as you build it up subsequently, as professionals and all, you need to fill it up with the wealth of God.
(Please share his photo and words with others) —Posted By Rich Wong. ♥

Y, ahora en español, ¿que nos queda de esto que leemos? Somos minucias en el espacio infinito del Señor, solo eso somos… será por eso que perdemos nuestra muy fútil vida dispersándonos en tonterías, ocupando nuestra mente en todo lo que no nos es productivo? Dios nos da siempre oportunidades y al perderlas, desaprovecharlas, le echamos las culpas a todas las demás personas…Dios también nos dio esa alternativa para mantener en algo nuestra cordura… Lastima que con esa alternativa desperdiciamos la oportunidad de aprender de nuestros errores… en el caso de hoy, se nos da la oportunidad de aprender en el ojo ajeno, viendo como en el propio ojo fue tardío el descubrimiento. Gracias al Dr. Richard Teo  nos llega esta andanada de felicidad que, ojala, nos sirva para ver de otra forma el mundo.