How To Adjust Closet Hidge Doors 'The Sound of Life'

The following is a text written for Ignatian Week event at our alma mater ICT, at the request of my good friend Cleumpinhon. I have already been reached
the news that the event was a success, thanks to his tireless efforts and creative talent.
From here I send a loud applause and a friendly hug.

The Sound of Life.
(De soundtrack for reading: MoreLove of Victor Wooten.)

Today you woke up, you hear.
Oiste as a series of events occurs to give that first step and get up.
Maybe it's a little thing, 'merely routine', the passage of time. Fortunately
occur:
The beep of an alarm clock. The wind gently brushing
blinds. Or the whistle of
some hungry birds. Merrily
hungry. Hopefully

hear the voice of your mother. Try
never forget it because that voice is not forever,
be one of the sweetest sounds of your life.
Perhaps your father is still alive. Also your brothers.
If you live with them, your voice will wake up in the morning.
bother you wake up, because you want to continue sleeping.
Perhaps
the sound of your life is the breath of your partner. O
kisses given morning or evening,
or all hours.
But there will be time,
much time to rest,
for today, and woke.

It's up to the sound of life is heard by the world. CHT