Recently I noticed that when all around me are venting, I can actually stay calm. The feeling that overtook me was similar to the ones that held me tight when my parents passed. A family issue arose. Many people were upset, yet somehow I and the person affected were able to spend time together, talking, sharing, crying and loving one another. I felt at peace. Perhaps because the issues were not mine, I could actually be a grown up to actually help without judging. So today I am happy I survived 9/19/2010 and I think my beloved Father, mí Papí, would be pleased.