
There have been many who throughout history have written about the tireless search for the Elixir of Life that can result in Eternal Youth. Pirates, philosophers, alchemists, scientists, and devout believers have made great chemical discoveries trying to create the exact potion that will extend the life of the human being; or they have embarked on the earthly search that will take them to the exact place where the long-awaited treasure is found.

The sound of the wind mixes with your laughter like the musical notes that brighten my life. Your face shines like the morning dew when illuminated by the sun. I see you run, jump, and dance to the beat of your favorite song that melodiously comes out of your lips.
As we dined celebrating my daughter Amy’s twenty-first birthday, in the midst of conversations full of laughter; She asks me, “How has it been for you to see us grow? I want to know because I turned 21 today.” I replied, “If I give you the answer right now, you’re going to start crying.” So, we started laughing and continued eating.
The Bible does not mention how old Joseph was when he married Mary. Nor when Jesus was born. It doesn’t even mention how old he was when he died. In fact, very little was written about Joseph despite the fact that his presence as husband, head of the family and the putative father of Jesus Christ was transcendental in God’s plans.

At the moment that Eve and Adam ate the forbidden fruit; they opened their minds to the knowledge of the arts, science, discovery, wisdom, the freedom to choose between good and evil, bringing about the consequence that their immortal bodies were transformed into a mortal and temporary state of life. In other words, they allowed death to become a part of their lives.

The expression of amazement on a child’s face when they receive a pleasant surprise or discover something new for the first time, reflect the purity of his heart that overflows with joy; the innocence of his thoughts and the love that surrounds them.

In my book, THE KING OF THE FARM, a reference is made to a storm in the first chapter: “The clouds darkened the sky, the thunder began to overshadow the silence, the morning turned black; suddenly there was the sound of lightning as a torrent of cold rain descended from the sky.”