By Conrado Vives Anias/Radio Cadena Agramonte
Yesterday I had a very beautifully dream. I was walking through the garden of the unsung heroes and, suddenly, the sound of children’s voices and laughs overwhelmed my soul with fond memories. What a surprise, when someone came to me and put her hand on my shoulder. She was teacher Raquel, a sweet and small woman who sowed the gospel of words and numbers in me.
Even when fate brought me the plights of an illness that seemed incurable and the limitations due to a hearing impairment, Raquel was patient enough to teach me the wonders of knowledge. After that meeting, which oversteped the limits of an almost unconscious hallucination, I was deeply indebted to those forged the human being and professional that I am today.
The names are many, and sometimes the inadvertent omission turns out to be inexcusable and painful, but these words are worth to show my humble recognition to those special beings who give and ask nothing in return. So I dare to place titans of knowledge such as Ivón Hidalgo, Elizabeth Plaza, sisters Mery, Amelia and Dolores Piloto, Luis Hernández, Armando Martínez, Sonia Rodríguez, Alberto Mawad, Rafael Fonseca and others on a pedestal.
All, teachers who in different stages of my life as a student, quenched our thirst of touching with our own hands a part of the ginormous spiritual wealth created by the Humankind. Today, I try to cultivate the beautiful legacy inherited in hundreds of hearts who have the opportunity of becoming useful and virtuous human beings.
Simply, there are no words to describe our educators. They are passionate, tender, severe when about arrogance is concerned, happy when they see the effort has not been in vain. For them, it is necessary to keep the gratitude alive.(Translated Gualveris Rosales Sanchez)