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Letter to his son Alvaro Obregon (June 1928)


The unprecedented original document was auctioned and published in Look magazine, surprised by the actuality of its content. The sender, Álvaro Obregón Salido, born in the psyche Finance, Navojoa, Sonora on February 19, 1880, and died in Mexico City, on July 17, 1928. This Mexican political and military participated in the Mexican Revolution and was the 48th president of our country, ruling of December 1, 1920 to November 30, 1924.

Cajeme, Sonora, June 27, 1928.

Mr. Humberto Obregon.

Mexico City
My dear son, Humberto:

This day is of great importance in your life because it marks the date when you reach adulthood, producing this event the most important transition in the life of man. Now assume, by operation of law, the honorable title of citizen and you subtract from custody that your father would hold the address of your actions, you assume therefore, all responsibility for your future, without this means, of course, relieved that I consider the continued requirement that parents have to advise and support our children. And I wanted, because of this date, give tips derived from the knowledge gained through my experience and knowledge of the human heart, the intensity de mi vida me ha permitido adquirir y del privilegio que del destino he recibido al permitirme actuar en todas las clases sociales que integran la familia humana.
  
No pretendo incurrir en el error tan común en los padres, de querer transmitir su propia experiencia a los hijos; si la juventud es tan hermosa, lo es precisamente porque carece de esa experiencia. La experiencia no es sino el resumen de todas las rectificaciones que el tiempo, al transcurrir, viene haciendo del bello concepto que de la vida y de nuestros semejantes nos formamos, desde que entramos en posesión de nuestras propias facultades.

Lo primero que necesitan los hombres para orientar sus facultades en la vida, y para protegerse y defenderse de las circunstancias you are bad and that through no fault of their own converge on his will, is classified. Qualify
has been one of the problems, the scope of very few who know understand. You must, therefore, begin by doing so and I my experience auxiliarte.

You belong to the inept group up, with very rare exceptions, the children of people who have reached higher or lower positions, they become accustomed since childhood to receive every attention and hospitality, and have many things
as other children do not have and going for it, losing the notion of the great truths of life and entering a world that offers it all without requiring nothing, thereby creating an impression of superiority that comes to them believe that their conditions are those that are creditors of that privileged position. Those who are born and grow up under the aegis of the overhead, they are doomed by a fatal law, to always look down, because they feel that everything around them is beneath the site that they have placed the vagaries of fate and any target they choose as the ideal of their activities, must be below the level at which they are
.

However, those belonging to the lower classes and develop in an environment of utmost modesty, they are intended, happily, to always look for up because everything around them is greater than the medium in which they act, both in the landscape of his eyes in his spirit, and all the objectives of its ideals must always look on rising levels.

And the constant effort to get rid of the disadvantage in that the contingencies of life have placed them, strengthen their character and ingenuity rush and fail in many cases gain new skills to enable them to continue ever upward trajectory. Wit, which is not a science and that, therefore, can not learn in any education center, means the best ally in the struggle for life and can only buy those which have been forced for their own destiny in the ongoing effort to find their own powers. Cleverness is not the heritage of children or young people who have made no effort to acquire what they need.

The value of things is determined by the effort made to acquire and when everything is available without effecting any, is lost sight of what is worth the effort and it ignores the important role it plays in solving the major life problems, and time is left over, takes us away from virtue and vice us closer. And this is another negative factor for those born under vantage points.

All parents generally recommend their children away from vices. I have always believed that there is only one service, called "excess" and that it should all try to free men. I know many cases of people who make a habit of virtue, when they have exceeded in practice. Always try to engage in no excess and no one can say you have a single vice.

The logical target of every man who starts in the struggle for life, must aim to get everything that is indispensable in order to satisfy their own needs. Get the essential and necessary to be relatively easy for an honest man who does not practice any excess that you subtract your time and I must decrease income from their work. Any effort to achieve these purposes, is always justified and
always recognized by our peers, but if it falls into the error, so common unfortunately fell under the influence of the superfluous, every sacrifice will be sterile, because the world the superfluous is infinite, no limits and recognizes their needs are greater the greater satisfaction is to give.

superfluous is the greatest enemy of the human family, and the rule of vanity has sacrificed a lot for the welfare and tranquility that men enjoy, if their requirements have been subtracted, and lost much of the honor that sacrifice to excess has been sacrificed.

Of all these truths can only get rid of that, having a superior spirit, come to constitute exceptions to the rules always refer to the normal case. If you manage to be one of those exceptions, you have to accept that you have been a privileged destination, thus to honor you and meeting your father, get rid of the precedents established and you can create one personality, whose merit achieved without effort all recognized.

These are the desires of your father and your mother would, if she had not the destination private the infinite happiness that a mother must experience when his eldest son reaches his majority, without first giving their parents a source of shame or sorrow such as yours.

Gen. Alvaro Obregon. Commentary


Gaby Vargas: I think

read this letter should be mandatory for all parents that we strive to pave the way for our children, thinking that this way will be happier. Oh

error! And as the ideas are quickly forgotten, we should read the newspaper
. I share with you a few paragraphs ...

If you have one or more children, I am sure that this letter has made you think and realize like me, the serious error in which parents can drop, we educate our children by providing everything, of course driven and blinded by that great love we have.
That we can be ignorant to the fact that, to solve the life from small privileged our children, all you accomplish is turning in some nice 'parasites'. That by giving 'all peladito and mouth', fill them with toys and material things, to try not to suffer to get something and get more than they give, all you accomplish is to help destroy their self-esteem.

The more limits you put on your children will have more tools to succeed tomorrow ...

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A MESSAGE BY GEORGE CARLIN:

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drink too much, smoke too much, squander too much, laugh too little, drive too fast, get angry too, reveals too much, woke tired, read too little, watch TV and pray too seldom.

We have multiplied our possessions but reduced our values. We talk too much, love too little and hate too often.

We have learned to make a living, but not to live. Add years to our lives, not life to years. We managed to and from the moon, but it makes it difficult to cross the street to meet a new neighbor. We conquered outer space but not the interior. We have done great things, but not better.

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spend some time with your loved ones because they will not be here forever.

Remember to be friendly with a man I admire, because that little person soon will grow and away from you.

Remember to hug a friend you have around because that is the only treasure you can give with your heart, without costing you a dime. Remember

say I love you your partner and your loved ones, but all say it sincerely. A kiss and a hug can repair an injury when given with all my heart.

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The day that Mexico lost her virginity ... 68


The other day I read a blog post from @ AliciaAlarcon and I remembered that at 68 I was there. He had I locked ...


This is the story:

married I had a cousin who sadly died many years ago. With 2 small children and lived in one of those departments Lerdo Street in Tlatelolco, was on the ground floor.

Each week at least 3 times I went to eat at home. We expected to reach her husband (The Felon) and usually after a delicious meal cooked by my cousin, we played basket late. Mexico was another altogether.

That evening in fact was the last time we did this ritual as soon moved there.

Arrive as always greet and then the children.
then followed her into the kitchen to talk while he finished cooking.
course the main theme were all student movement events of recent days and especially the rally that day, October 2, 1968. Llego el Pelon

which was also my cousin and commented that the truck was getting off the bread as usual and the square (of the Three Cultures) was already full.

started to eat I do not remember that but for sure very rich. As we did we heard much buzz on the street. We knew it was getting crowded and the hairless and I discussed that we would go for a while. This of course is opposed my cousin but anyway would go.

For those days had almost total support of the population of the student movement.
That alone was a big problem because we now know the situation was getting out of control to the government and the Olympics were a few days.

finished eating, we left and headed for the tunnel passing under the street that now is the Eje Lazaro Cardenas. This Lerdo Street connecting to La Plaza de las Tres Culturas. We did not get either the tunnel entrance.

the shooting began. At first we were puzzled but the tunnel quickly filled with people running towards us shouting now: "We are shooting the riot. "
went into panic and ran back to the department.

entering my cousin questioned us on the brink of hysteria, but did not know anything except what we heard and saw.
The screams were ever greater and panic in the streets the gunfire increased.
We started screaming that her brother was a teacher and a student leader was at the rally.
She asked her husband (the brother also lived in Tlatelolco but across the street from Lerdo), crying to go see if he was in his apartment. I of course point to accompany me. Of course we never think about the risk to leave and go get it.

Out in the street Lerdo people were running everywhere.
traffic stopped, cars, trucks nothing moved. Those who were still in the abandoned car and ran. Trucks were also taken by students on their way to the rally caught. They tried to turn around but stayed stuck in the median further aggravating the problem.

not even know how to cross the street to the apartment from Lerdo my cousin, and obviously we were not, we return immediately.

For those times, if possible, because the situation was worse.
taken the fire trucks. The bullets were now more frequent bursts nearby. Ambulances could be heard everywhere.
The truth does not even know how to return to the department.

was total chaos, because people also do not know to where to run. The panic to people shouting "Here come the riot" and they changed course again. It fell the stepped
was a nightmare all.
trying to cross back Lerdo people now started running towards us saying that they were the Grenadiers by Ricardo Flores Magon Street was on our right. We stopped for a moment and come to see soldiers walking on the avenue. The catcalls and shouting insults mothers accompanied the dead on fire trucks. My fear was terrible but the adrenaline made me want to go to see what happened.

Suddenly a hail of bullets came close to where we were. Realizing the imminent danger of El Pelon pulled my arm because I wanted to stop and see this thing that nobody could imagine that my young life was incredible. But it took me back to the department. (Testing saved my life when I least I think so far)

Upon arrival my cousin was in mass hysteria. We cry when we saw his brother as he closed the door. Please note that in no. Soon the lights went out and stopped working the phone and slowly getting dark and we kept hearing gunshots and screaming sirens.

suddenly began to arrive People knocking on the door. Since the area was cordoned off and everyone was dead of fear.

With much fear and reservation, but with a sense of solidarity and condemnation El Pelon value I pass to those who touched it, aware of the risk we ran all.

not remember how many people let it go but there were several. Most were men dressed in suits and brought memories to some portfolios.

The department was very small and almost filled all remained standing. There together in the dark dead of fear and talked. We never knew who they were or their names or where they lived. Only vaguely remember their faces full of fear and hatred, some with tears. Suspirábamos
All and we shivered as gusts reached near or screams and the endless noise of the ambulances had us in a total state of panic.
lost track of how long time does not pass. As
was later shot each time was less and almost no ambulances were screaming but did not stop.

People were gradually taking courage and decided to leave. Some single other in pairs. Soon we were alone. Entry

night my uncle and my cousin's dad came for us. Not living in Tlatelolco.
Never ask how you managed to enter Tlatelolco. In fact nobody talked about what happened a long time.
Entering the depa
had the countenance of a corpse. The sunken eyes and dry mouth wide, his voice was thick and firm usually totally broken. He was brown but her face was white and reflected much concern.

El Pelon would not go and leave the house alone, was left to care despite our allegations that he did not.
I probably would have done the same. Children
My cousin and I went with my uncle in his car dead of fear.
Volteábamos for all sides but it was very dark and almost nothing was visible. The light had begun to hit the streets but were not luminaries like now and almost no well-lit. Leaving saw

a true siege. The military checkpoints all over with.
Ambulances were coming and going.
I asked my cousin to my uncle if I go to see her brother and commented that there was little time.

El Pelon then told us that another day does not know what to do but it was too early to work. He watched as they washed the Plaza of Three Cultures and the streets with pipes and collecting shoes and objects that were thrown everywhere.

Over the weeks we were finding out by stories like this all happened because the media said nothing.

To date I shudder when I remember and even when carrying out movies and the other never could see.

cousin whom went to look if it was at the rally, but that's another story that did not live. I just told it many years later. The trauma experienced as saved by a soldier who let him escape. Imprisoned for many years, all without being able to tell.

very special thanks to @ sonnyluna for taking the time to read and make me some valuable feedback.