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The business man reminded me a lot of my grandpa, whom at his age he has finally takenthe decision of leaving the store who he has owned for about 20 years. The memories I have from him when I was little are of him staying in the store while we went to the beach, went out to eat, went to parties etc. He stayed because he couldn’t leave the store alone with the employees since they didn’t care for it as he did, they could leave a client without attention, or charge less for aproduct or even steal some money from the cash register. He lost many special moments just because of his ambition for the store to keep making money. Some months ago he realized this, and now he is very sorry that he wasted all those years behind the counter instead of been with us his family, been all the time stressed instead of been out there having fun with us. And all for this custom of having tobe there without even knowing if it was even that necessary. Just like the business man who is missing out on many other things he could be doing, for counting and counting stars that he doesn’t even know what he needs to be counting for.
Another thing I found interesting is how it is so truth that we don’t perceive things as something good or bad if it is not in quantity like that house if theydon’t tell us how expensive it is we don’t find it so amazing, that same thing happens to us with people we don’t perceive how good they are depending on their feelings or their way of thinking we actually leave everything to the looks how tall they are what school they go to etc. and this is a very bad habit for us humans because we all know that what is important is what we have in our heartswe just forget about it.
My favorite part of the book is when he talks about the flower how he finds that there are many other flowers like his flower so it’s not the only one, but how he discovers that the fact that he loves his flower makes it special than the other ones so his flower is unique just because is his. And this is very truth the care or love we have to things makes them differentthan others.
This reminded me of when i was like five years old, I had a neighbor who was very rich but her parents did not pay much attention to her so in Halloween i went trick or treating and obtained a bag of candy and when i got home i showed her all my candy because at that moment I felt the luckiest girl in the world to have managed to obtain all that candy. An she said to me: That’s allthe candy you got? I have like seven bags of candy my mom bought me. At that moment i thought i was not very lucky to have all that candy anymore since she without even having to go house by house had more candy than me. When I told my mom she told how lucky i was to have gotten that candy myself, and visiting all those houses and gotten to wear a fun costume, and how special my candy was because igot it myself, unlike hers. This is very truth is not the fact that i have candy but the fact of how fun it was to get it. Like maybe there were many other flowers but only his flower was loved by him. She might have a lot more and better candy than me but she did not get the opportunity to get it herself dressed up in a costume, with other kids having fun, and that’s what makes my candy...
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