Los personas cambian ? People change?
Estaba sentado conversando con un compañero muy alegre de high School, en su vida todo estaba resuelto economicamente, era muy carismatico, atractivo, solo su tamaño no era grande, pero gran deportista de futbool, fue heredero de un hotel pequeño pero suficiente para su vida economica. Despues de un tiempo no supe de el, tuvo esposa e hijos, pero un dia llegaron a su hotel traficantes de drogas, ellos se apoderaron de su hotel no pagando el servicio de lo consumido tanto por cuartos como por comidas, no dejaban entrar a nadie mas, llevaban a personas secuestradas ahi las tenian amarradas, el no podia decir nada de ello porque estaba amenazado, sus dias eran tristes y se consumia pensando en que pasaria si viniera la policia o el ejercito. Llego la policia y el ejercito pero daban el avizo antes a los traficantes. Varias veces pasaron pero no llegaban a tiempo para arrestarlos. Volvian a su hotel para lo mismo , ademas ahi mismo castigaban a los compañeros que no cumplian ordenes. Llego el dia en que llego el ejercito pero tambien a él se lo llevaron porque era un complice por no decir que ellos estaban ahi, el sabia que si lo hacia su familia podía morir estaba amenzado. Dos años aproximandemente y salio de la carcel. Caminaba por una calle transitada cuando alguien dice mi nombre era él, me dio gusto verle despues de varios años, entonces el me platico lo que sucedio. Ya no sonria, tambien su rostro se veia frio, sus palabras al platicarme eran titubeantes, le temblaban las manos. Asi que lo escuche por lo menos dos horas. El ahora no confia en nadie, su esposa lo abandono sus hijos tambien., Su hotel quedo ello trizas por los traficantes y el ejercito. No sabia que hacer no tiene amigos pero me encontro a mi. Lo ayude recordandole que donde vivía hay compañeros de nuestra generación que pueden ser de ayuda, le gusto esa idea. Pero no es el mismo, no quiere saber ya de su hotel porque piensa que pueden regresar otros traficantes a quitarle la paz y lopoco que le queda. Finalmente el cambio pero conmigo no, se rie solo cuando estamos solos. voltea a todos lados, sigo en contacto con el. pero no es igual que antes.
Que aconsejas que pueda ayudar
Espero tus comentarios
In inglish,
He was sitting talking to a very cheerful high school classmate, in his life everything was solved economically, he was very charismatic, attractive, only that his size was not big, but a great soccer fan, heir of a small hotel, but enough for his economy After a while he did not know anything about him, he had a wife and children, but one day the drug traffickers arrived at his hotel, seized his hotel, without paying for the services consumed by the rooms or the meals, they left Any other person, took the kidnapped, tied him up, could not say anything about it because they threatened him, his days were sad and he lost time thinking about what would happen if the police or the army arrived. The police and the army arrived but they were seen by someone before the traffickers. Several times they passed but they did not arrive in time to arrest them. They returned to their hotel for the same, and there also punished the companions who did not comply with the orders. The day arrived when the army arrived, but they also took him away because he was an accomplice of not saying they were there, he knew that if he spoke badly his family could die, they threatened him. Two years approximately and he got out of jail. I was walking down a busy street when someone mentioned that my name was him, I approached him to talk to him and I was glad to see him after several years, so he told me what had happened. He did not smile anymore, his face also seemed cold, his words hesitated to speak to me, his hands trembled. So listen to it for at least two hours. Now he does not trust anyone, he was abandoned by his wife and children. His hotel was destroyed by the traffickers and the army. I did not know what to do, he has no friends but he found me. Help remember that where he lived, and the peers of our generation who can help him, he liked that idea. But he is not the same, he does not want to know more about his hotel because he believes that other traffickers can return to take away his peace and what little he has left. You can not do more to earn money than you have.
The business that you finally have does not work for you and even less with your fear. He is not happy, his smile is over. Now I keep in touch with him. But it is not the same as before.
What advice do you give me to help him?
I await your comments
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