WHO IS GUILTY

A 16 year old teenage girl has died this weekend in an abortion operation. Her boyfriend, a 23 year old student, her parents , her family's personal doctor, her techer, and also, the nurse who did the operation, are gulty of killing him. My job, as a good citizen of the world, is to decide who is the most guilty.

I could easily chose the nurse, because she was the person who diredctly performed a bad operation and killed the girl, but I won't, because she did it because of a good aim.

The teacher and the doctor completely ignored the girl, maybe because they couldn't belive what was happening, the fact that she was pregnant shocked them and their familiarity between each other dissapeared. This does not mean that they couldn't help her or even give her an advice.

Otherwise, her parents did not realise her actual estatus, so they couldn't help her. Maybe, if previously they had had more confidence between each other, the girl would have tell all to her parents and the problem would be solved in seconds.

Finally, we can consider the boy as the first spark whick provoked the fire, because he din't show too muck responsability, specially, having a 7 year younger girl as a girlfrien, this also includes the girl.

But the real thing is that humans are to blame other persons everytime, if you have not realise it just watch the news. We can't blame another person because it means that we care more about the guilty than the problem.

The person I admire

JESUS CHRIST:

I think choosing a person who had influenced in your life is a dramatically difficult dillema.
I could have chosen easily my mother or  maybe my lovely admired grandfather, but finally I decided that the best thing would be to choose a person who had changed radically the human history, a person like Jesus.

When I was 3 years old I used to go to church with my granny. I think she noticed when I got bored during the ceremony, so later she would tell me the story the priest had told that day but in her own way. She really knew to tell stories, because I still remember me all the week looking forward to hering from her.

One day she told me about a man called Jesus who could help people only by touching thwm with his hand, that was too incredible to be true.

When I was 10 I learned what the dead was. My grandfather had died. During his funeral I was so gloomy that I didn't spoke during a whole weekend because of that. I couldn't accept it. Later my granny got close to me and whispered that she had a present for me. When we arrived home she gave me a tiny statue of Jesus in his cross.  She told me that my grandpa had had that amulet since he was a child and if I didn't forget him he would live un my heart forever.

6 years had passed since then and can't still the things someone can do because of one man: Wars between brothers, giant monumets or even one day to meet with the family.

Maybe they don't do those things because of him, maybe they do it because of their feelings.

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