JUEVES DE TBT/MI HEROE PERSONAL(ESP)(ENG)

 **Mi Héroe personal** Saludos a todos los que forman parte de este jueves de #TBT y la comunidad de @topfamily, hoy les traigo una fotografía muy especial, ya que en ella aparece mi abuelo materno en formación militar, esta foto data aproximadamente de 1942, en ese tiempo el presidente era Medina Angarita y él está presente en el parco en la parte superior, eso lo contaba el abuelo antes de fallecer a los 94 años, pero en realidad tenía más edad, ya que solía decir que cuando sacaron su cedula, él tenía doce años y esos años no contaban en aquel tiempo. Esta foto es histórica, ya que en ese año fueron atacados tres barcos petroleros venezolanos, por submarinos alemanes, era la segunda guerra mundial y aunque no participamos en ella, éramos el mayor productor de petróleo del mundo y el combustible que movilizaba las tropas aliadas venia de nuestro suelo, por ello fuimos blanco de un ataque nazi. Por supuesto que el país entro en alerta militar y la presencia norteamericana se asentó más en el país, debían custodiar el petróleo, me atrevo a pensar que mi abuelo fue uno de esos soldados venezolanos dispuestos a dar su vida por la nación, pero el presidente decidió no ir a la guerra y se mantuvo neutral. Mi abuelo era muy conversador y le gustaba contar historias y cantar, pero yo niño no di la importancia debida a esta historia en particular, me arrepiento de ello, tenía un héroe frente a mí y por ser un niño no lo reconocí, pero si era mi héroe de otra manera, al visitarlo era quien daba la confianza de que nos quedáramos en su casa como si fuera la nuestra, lo extraño mucho y deseo contar un anécdota que viví con él en mis sueños. Resulta que ya yo era mayor de edad y trabajaba, mis abuelos vivían en Maracaibo y nosotros en Valencia, para quien no es de Venezuela la distancia aproximada es de 521 kilómetros, por ello pasaban largos periodos de tiempo para vernos, tenía yo como tres años sin ir y mi abuelo se me presento en sueños, estábamos sentados en una mesa tomándonos una malta y me dice: Tienes tiempo que no vas a vernos, le respondí: Es cierto abuelo, lo que pasa es que lo que uno gana de dinero no alcanza para andar viajando, solo para cubrir las necesidades básicas, el me respondió: Entiendo, pero si no puedes ir tú, manda a tu mamá, y le respondí: Esta bien abuelo mandaré a mi mamá para que los visite. Allí desperté de mi sueño, que me pareció muy real y me fui a trabajar esa mañana, al medio día mi primera esposa fue a donde trabajaba, cosa que nunca hacia y al verla le dije: Mi abuelo se murió, y su respuesta fue afirmativa. Pedí permiso en la empresa fui al banco saque mis ahorros y se los di a mi mamá para que fuera al entierro de su padre, es una historia difícil de creer pero es real, mi abuelo y yo nacimos enmantillados, para quien no entiende el termino, al nacer salimos con la placenta envolviéndonos, y dicen personas de la vieja escuela, que los que nacen así, tienen dones especiales, esa conexión entre él y yo en ese sueño, es una muestra de ello. Mi abuelo vino a despedirse de mí, como todo un caballero, fue y es, mi héroe personal. ___  **My personal hero** Greetings to everyone who is part of this Throwback Thursday and the @topfamily community. Today I bring you a very special photograph, as it shows my maternal grandfather in military training. This photo dates from approximately 1942, when Medina Angarita was president, and he is present in the park at the top. My grandfather told me this before he passed away at the age of 94, but he was actually older, as he used to say that when they issued his ID card, he was twelve years old, and those years didn't count at that time. This photo is historic, as three Venezuelan oil tankers were attacked by German submarines that year. It was World War II, and although we did not participate in it, we were the world's largest oil producer, and the fuel that mobilized the Allied troops came from our soil, which is why we were the target of a Nazi attack. Of course, the country went on military alert, and the US presence in the country became more established. They had to guard the oil. I dare to think that my grandfather was one of those Venezuelan soldiers willing to give his life for the nation, but the president decided not to go to war and remained neutral. My grandfather was very talkative and liked to tell stories and sing, but as a child I didn't give this particular story the importance it deserved. I regret that now. I had a hero right in front of me, and because I was a child, I didn't recognize him. But he was my hero in another way. When I visited him, he was the one who made us feel comfortable staying at his house as if it were our own. I miss him very much, and I want to share a story I experienced with him in my dreams. It turns out that I was already an adult and working. My grandparents lived in Maracaibo and we lived in Valencia. For those who are not from Venezuela, the approximate distance is 521 kilometers, so long periods of time passed before we saw each other. I hadn't been there for about three years when my grandfather appeared to me in a dream. We were sitting at a table drinking malt, and he said to me: “You haven't come to see us in a long time.” I replied, “That's true, Grandpa, but the money I earn isn't enough to travel, only to cover basic needs.” He replied, “I understand, but if you can't go, send your mother.” I replied, “All right, Grandpa, I'll send my mother to visit you.” Then I woke up from my dream, which seemed very real, and went to work that morning. At noon, my first wife came to where I worked, something she never did, and when I saw her, I said, “My grandfather died,” and she said yes. I asked for permission at work, went to the bank, withdrew my savings, and gave them to my mother so she could attend her father's funeral. It's a hard story to believe, but it's true. My grandfather and I were born shrouded. For those who don't understand the term, when we were born, we came out with the placenta wrapped around us. Old-school people say that those born this way have special gifts. That connection between him and me in that dream is proof of that. My grandfather came to say goodbye to me like the gentleman he was and still is. He was and is my personal hero. ___ El texto es de mi autoría y vida real. La imagen pertenece a mi álbum familiar, heredado de mis padres, fue tomada con dispositivos fotográficos de aquella época 1942 aproximadamente. Utilice el traductor gratuito DeepL. The text is my own and based on real life. The image belongs to my family album, inherited from my parents, and was taken with photographic devices from that era, approximately 1942. Use the free DeepL translator