Hi Galen, when you write about your experiences and about work, passion overflows the text. This is a subject that has me confused, not just now, but for years.

When my father left I was left literally empty, for two years I abandoned my profession. I had no desire to see anyone. What got me out of the well, I am not very clear, but I think it had more to do with obligation, with doing the right thing, than with passion for my work. I think what pushed me out of the hole was an obligation I acquired from my parents: to do the right thing.

It's not that I don't have passions, I'm passionate about reading, just today I bought a book that I've wanted to read for a long time, my friends, my family, a little bit of social networks. But I still think that what really moves me is to be able to live up to my parents and grandparents. To be fair to them and all that they invested in me.

Maybe this, which is still a tribute to those who took care of me and educated me, is also a passion.

Here I leave it...