A Grandfather’s Legacy
There was nothing more special than talking with Grandpa Lico, a man full of stories and adventures. One of my favorite stories was the one he told about his childhood, when he worked as a goat herder and, according to him, faced the devil himself. Yes, the devil.
One day, the goats he was watching wandered into an old abandoned house. People said it was haunted because, years earlier, two men had fought there with machetes over a woman’s love, and Grandpa Lico always said you could still see dried blood on the crumbling walls.
The boy from Durango, Mexico was terrified to go inside, but he had no choice. He had to bring the goats back. The house was falling apart, it smelled awful and it felt wrong.
Even so, he went in. Fear held him back, but only for a moment. That green-eyed boy found the courage to keep going, and he brought the goats out one by one. He proved to himself that fear can feel enormous, but it does not have to win. Sometimes the demons that stop us are the ones we allow to grow inside us.
Today, I just want to say thank you, Grandpa, for your stories and your lessons; because of you, I carry your strength and the belief that fear should not hold us back. It should push us forward… Even after you are gone, that strength feels more alive than ever.
And you? Do you have a story you would like to share with me?