Heroes And Heroes In A Post-American Civil War

In recent days we have lived, and continue to live, a crisis that has impoverished many people and has changed the priorities of many people; but in my childhood the crisis for many people was perennial. In all crises, those of before and now, there are always a few who have much, almost everything or everything and many who have little, little or nothing. The heroes and heroines I want to talk about are those men and women, fathers and mothers, who have belonged or belong to the group of those fighters with scarce resources.
I think I am not mistaken if I say that there is nothing worse in life than a war, and if it is a civil war among the inhabitants of the same town, it is without a doubt the worst of misfortunes. Our civil war and its post-war period was an evil that I do not desire to anybody; I just want to mention it to locate the
They were very brave. You have to be brave too, in such a tough time, to look at life with hope and choose to form a family despite the difficulties. I will never be able to thank my parents enough for their union and their decisions.
I must admit that everything was a great sacrifice for my parents. They raised, educated and nourished me with their effort and work, we must assume how complicated it is and I'm eternally grateful. And, of course, many of my memories lead me to the kindness and solidarity that came out in each of the houses. In those times the 'solidarity favors' and acting in a detached way gave strength to the people.
I remember my mother, who was a nurse, giving injections at home to the neighbors in solidarity, while they remove me from kisses and squeezed me between her enormous arms. The heroes and heroines of old did the extraordinary things. The heroes and heroines they spoke about, including my parents, were simply