For many years this woman had and maintained a multi-company employees. I was so busy with their occupations forgot herself. Sometimes it is not paid salary, years in which there was no profit. There were moments in which to vent conversation was necessary, but preferred to use their ears to care for its employees, those who depended on it. In the end, I was happy. In the background, was unhappy. Anyway, thought it was worth the sacrifice.
Time passed. Your employees were growing, changing, mutating. Others were feeling. Began to need changes. Were giving up. Slowly, one by one. The women, longtime head the company wonderful, almost did not notice the changes. Was immersed in and dedicated to them all they were very happy. His life was more or less alike. Sometimes went unpaid, almost did not pass by his office.
One day, a day that dawned different. The woman came to business, your beautiful company and was puzzled. No one was there. Not a soul. It was all empty. The first thought that the invasion was a surprise. I could not believe. He reached into his book he had used and only one in the list: herself.
After the surprise came the sadness. She was lonely. Profoundly alone. And had nowhere to meet and who resolve their labor issues. Now the business not only depended on it, but it was only for her.
was a while before I could enjoy this new one-man company that had become his life. The day I realized that the income was all for it at the moment, the day he learned that the utilities no longer have to share the day he realized he had little time for herself and her needs, that day began to enjoy his own company, his own story, his own life.
NOTE: This story is an analogy of someone instead of dedicating to live its own destiny for the sake of their own, decided to take over his family for many years, forgetting herself.
After making a movement of family constellations, business employees ran out and she began to take charge of their own destiny. First, in pain, then, with much love by her and by yours.
Those who love us smile when we are happy.
The love we cry when we cry.
sacrifice does not grow to the family. The movement itself!
text Author: Raiza RamÃrez
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