Pocos lo consideran valioso por su aspecto, pero solo una persona se fija en lo valioso que es Juan y ve su futuro con mucha esperanza, por lo que le presta un poco más de atención a su enseñanza, sobresaliente como pocos, pero a nadie le importa su rendimiento, ni a su familia, que constantemente viven como en la selva.
El pequeño Juan busca refugio en la casa de su vecina y todas las tardes, después de hacer sus quehaceres, se va al frente de su casa y se tira en la sala de su vecina, donde duerme plácidamente con su dedo en la boca.
Ya al terminar la tarde, después de su larga siesta, se para y antes de irse a su casa toma la silla que dejó su mamá, la cual estuvo hablando con la vecina, y decide llevársela a su casa, y dice: "¡esta silla es mía!", todos se ríen de ese acto, porque nadie le ha dicho lo contrario, y como puede, con sus bracitos como si ya se le van a partir, apenas logra rodar la silla hasta el otro lado de la calle e introducirla en su casa. No pasan ni diez minutos cuando está de regreso al portal de la casa de su vecina, sentado esperando los juegos de la tarde, dónde no participa por no poder correr mucho, ya que sufre de asma, y solo se distrae viendo a los demás jugar, hasta que llega la hora de los cuentos nocturnos, leyendas y mitos que su vecina les cuenta todas las tardes, al pequeño Juan le gustan mucho, y, da la impresión, de que en su mente recrea todas las escenas, pues, esboza una sonrisa macabra. Él es el único que no se asusta, y cuando termina la sección de cuentos, se levanta y se va a su casa feliz. Así transcurren los días del pequeño Juan, mientras crece entre gritos, cuento y falta de oxígeno.
A la vecina le han dicho de un buen remedio para los bronquios(miel de abejas con aceite de palo o resino), ella comparte esta receta con la madre de Juan y él escucha todo, comienza su tratamiento y aunque no se cura, mejora bastante. Éste sería su medicamento de por vida, piensa Juan. Cada que le daba una gripe, ya él tenía una botella con el preparado y comenzaba a tomarlo, y así lo sigue haciendo hasta el día de hoy.
Ya Juan no es un pequeño, ya está a punto de salir del liceo con las notas más altas de su generación, solo una profesora decide ponerle un 19 porque el 20 sólo lo merece ella. Eso le marca su vida escolar y decide ser el mejor. Como pocos en su época, muy marcada por el racismo, Juan entra a la universidad, ahí se veía aún más raro, entre tanta gente de piel más clara, pero clara tenía la visión Juan, y era su objetivo "ser el mejor" en su carrera de medicina. Muchos se burlaban, decían: "¡negro con bata blanca es chichero!", pero Juan no hacía caso de esos comentarios.
Sí recuerdan que de pequeño le gustaban las historias de terror, bueno, ahora de grande, era más misterios y maléfico en sus pensamientos y comentarios, cuando llovía mucho, con vientos, truenos y rayos, decía: "¡ojala venga un viento huracanado y se lleve todo, que todos salgan volando!", quizás lo decía por cómo lo trataron de pequeño, pero era un buen muchacho, "ya es médico" . No me lo imagino tratando de tomar venganza contra todos los que se burlaban de él😱.
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Texto traducido con Deepl translate
In a small town that barely appears on the map because of its large mountain on the coast, lives Juan, a little boy who goes unnoticed for being common, thin, ungraceful, quiet, and dreamer, typical of the region.
Few consider him valuable because of his appearance, but only one person notices how valuable Juan is and sees his future with great hope, so he pays a little more attention to his teaching, outstanding as few, but no one cares about his performance, nor his family, who constantly live like in the jungle.
Little Juan seeks refuge in his neighbor's house and every afternoon, after doing his chores, he goes to the front of his house and lies down in his neighbor's living room, where he sleeps peacefully with his finger in his mouth.
At the end of the afternoon, after her long nap, she stands up and before going home she takes the chair her mother left behind, which she had been talking to the neighbor, and decides to take it home, and says: "this chair is mine!", everyone laughs at this act, because no one has told her otherwise, and as best she can, with her little arms as if they were about to break, she barely manages to roll the chair to the other side of the street and bring it into her house. Not even ten minutes pass when he is back at the doorway of his neighbor's house, sitting waiting for the afternoon games, where he does not participate because he cannot run much, since he suffers from asthma, and he only gets distracted watching the others play, until it is time for the night stories, legends and myths that his neighbor tells them every afternoon, little Juan likes them very much, and, it seems that in his mind he recreates all the scenes, because he smiles a macabre smile. He is the only one who is not frightened, and when the story section is over, he gets up and goes home happy. This is how little Juan's days go by, as he grows up between screams, stories and lack of oxygen.
The neighbor has been told of a good remedy for his bronchial tubes (bee honey with palo or resin oil), she shares this recipe with Juan's mother and he listens to everything, begins his treatment and although he is not cured, he improves a lot. This would be his medicine for life, Juan thinks. Every time he got the flu, he had a bottle with the preparation and started to take it, and he continues to do so to this day.
Juan is no longer a child, he is about to leave high school with the highest grades of his generation, only one teacher decides to give him a 19 because only she deserves a 20. That marks his school life and he decides to be the best. Like few in his time, very marked by racism, Juan enters the university, where he looked even stranger, among so many people with lighter skin, but Juan had a clear vision, and it was his goal "to be the best" in his medical career. Many made fun of him, saying: "black man in a white coat is a chichero", but Juan did not pay attention to those comments.
When it rained a lot, with winds, thunder and lightning, he would say: "I hope a hurricane wind comes and blows everything away, that everyone flies away!", maybe he said it because of the way he was treated as a child, but he was a good boy, "he is already a doctor". I can't imagine him trying to take revenge against all those who made fun of him. 😱.
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Text translated with Deepl translate
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Me quedé fascinada con tu historia @macumota09 , penséen la vida de un pequeño genio que pasa desapercibido, pero que logra su objetivo, ser médico. Excelente relato.🤔🤭
Gracias por tu lectura querida @miriam11, sí, existen muchos así, me tocó conocer uno de pequeña.
Great story there @macumota09, and yes people who had a hard time growing up usually have the stamina to become great as adults, thanks for sharing and stay awesome.
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