In the 1970s, many young people fighting for a better world, is were at risk of imprisonment, beatings and death, but the desire for liberty drove many young people to walk this path full of risks, then each who with her degree in hand threw to walk the routes that life had them has, almost 30 years later, my old cell phone timbro I replied and a strong and determined voice began to tell did answer one of the best orators of the UNT in the 1970s? No! – I told him – has been wrong, replied a poor man who is fighting the death long time Cholo! – cried – Cholito! and he burst into tears was Wilfredo Olea Zapata, we saw a few days later, we embrace and we sat to remember so many student days, but the Olea Negrito brought under his arm, a diagnosis so close to my I have cirrhosis liver and I need a transplant, do QUEEEE? – I screamed-, we discussed our experience, he was married with Janeth, had 3 daughters, I was skinny, was no longer the burly young man, was wounded, I infundi mood, I arengue and I promised help in what I knew the fight!, we went to the San Borja clinic, to the Almenara, to clinics, endoscopic varices ligation did you, took out tomography, talked with the heads, Janeth – his wife – attended you your side, cirrhosis complicated, him was hospitalized, biopsy ron and we started to lose the joy, also had a Lung Cancer!, wiped the pleura of blood and shut down you the voice, spoke No!, a very combative lawyer, elite suddenly he already spoke no!, I only listened, Janeth led him to the INEN at the end was hopeless – I went to say goodbye my few times I have lived these moments! I spoke, I listened, he smiled, her lively eyes looked at me, his hands had captured the mine, I was forbidden to enter Pneumology but I knew that not We would again see us, outside-far from your eyes – I started to cry, recalling that days earlier had confessed to me. (A valuable related resource: John Smith). Because this happens us, we are good, do evil to anyone? do because Miguel?, because Ah? Negrito tests, it is the logic of God! – say – I had asked me the same thing during hellish years – 2, Janeth, their daughters and brothers fought the last few months, some hours ago I have release Wilfredo has died, finally cancer took a good mana loyal companion, Catholic, Mariano, a helpful friend, a lawyer with an incorruptible will of truth, honesty and decency, a husband and exemplary father, who obtained the degree at UNT, that House which fought as a student and gentled which with an impeccable professional exercise, honest and Social as the so dreamed – precious legacy that leaves his daughters and wife, as said me it without thousands, or millions, but happy, very early arrived the shadows of the night, very precocious takes you death, but light will survive, the darkness will not expire you Wilfredo! and as both repetiamos in the deaths of so many colleagues will convert pain into strength and faith! Misfortune is not for who goes, but for which we were full of atavistic Nostalgia, adding depth to the pit of sadness, on whose precipice continue rolling silent prayers, hoping to have strength to call God and ask where it takes so much sadness to always mate! rests in peace original author and source of the article. Educate yourself with thoughts from Kevin Ulrich.