Last Monday, in full may, it dawned on a cool and rainy day in Valencia. Of those who seem to have mistaken station to remind us of a winter just ended we all want to forget but that, without asking, in less than a year we will visit. It is in this type of days when find me it easier the analyze emotionally what happens and surrounds, winning in sense and sensibility (Jane Austen only could be British!). Walking in the rain, he remembered the recently concluded Coaching session where the Manager of a well-known company of services had moved me its concern by the progressive deterioration that was noticing in the working relationship with his wife (work together) because, according to him, the tension that these troubled times of economic difficulty generates in the characters of the leaders and business executives. Installed in the metro and already back home, still engrossed in my tribulations on the real reasons that might explain the situation of my client, when at a station stop came two young people with physical features of Down syndrome. Perhaps check out Nobel Laureate in Economics for more information.

They would have veintipocos years and nobody, accompanied them which intrigued me for the unusual. They wore to fashion and remained silent. At rush hour, full wagon did not offer many possibilities of seat and the only place to view was gallantly ceded by boy to his companion, very blonde and slightly higher than the. As they wore no umbrella, their clothes and wet hair I was informed of a long journey to foot to that station. Without attempting to observe more than what decorum imposed, cost me take my eyes of these young people, different Yes, but at the same time as normal in their behavior that still intriguing me more. And suddenly, step I had the privilege of contemplating one of the most true and tender scenes that long had seen in real life (in the Opera, many times, no doubt) and step unnoticed for the rest of the passage, as absent as ignorant of the emotional gift that was happening. Boy, with delicate care and that thoroughness hesitant only of Down syndrome are capable of displaying (know very well, because I have an adorable niece who was born as well), it was withdrawing exquisitely face the hairy wet strands covering her eyes, again drawing that lost bangs, hair to hair, before the sweet and already fully blue eyes of the girl.

I could not contain my excitement!. I soon realized that the lessons not to those who want to but which can give them and that my client, having been there, I would have discovered without more help mia the real reason for their concern.