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My father, José Joffre, owed his name to my grandfather, an admirer of the military arts, in homage to Grand Marshal Joseph Joffre, commander-in-chief of the French forces in World War I.
My father was not at all French because he was born in the Venezuelan plains. However, he solemnly commemorated every day the famous “Intake (or storming) of the Bastille,” France’s national holiday (July 14), modified as “The intake of the Pastilla” (pill in Spanish).
Today I laugh when I remember his daily ritual, because I admit I’ve also reached that age in my life where I, too, must pay homage (and remember) to my pills every day.
But there’s one I recently came across, one that many people around the world take, sometimes in excess, because it’s free and accessible to everyone.
It’s the pill of importance.
Of course, it would be necessary to define the word “importance,” that is, the quality of being relevant, significant, or valuable.
That’s where I realize that those who require this daily pill almost never deserve consideration, because their actions generally lack any consequence.
But yes, we are all important, different than to have delusions of grandeur, so popular nowadays. True heroes are always humble and anonymous.
Anyway, I hope my prescriptions never include that need to feel such a “grandeur”
My husband would have settled for the exercise pill. Me, I would give a prize to whoever invented the pill for gray hair.
Finally, I’d like to mention my inspiration for this reflection, our great poet and humorist Aquiles Nazoa (Humor y Amor)
It goes like this, (nothing against bankers):
“At eleven o’clock the banker rings the bell,
for it’s time for a headache,
and from the safe he gets an
importance pill and takes it.
What a strange profession, that of a banker…”
Today she shares her “impulsive meditations” from Calgary, Canada, where she lives.
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