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ABOUT THE USE OF THIS BLOG

LET ME EXPLAIN THE PURPOSE OF THIS BLOG. WE WANT TO USE THIS BLOG TO WRITE A DIARY OF THE LIFE OF OUR NEWBORN BABY RAFAEL, WHENEVER THERE ARE THINGS TO SAY ABOUT HIM. BECAUSE BLOGS NEED TO BE ACTIVE TO ATTRACT VISITORS, WE WILL ALSO WRITE AN OLD MAN LIFE STORY, WHICH IS THE LIFE STORY OF HIS GRANDFATHER. THIS OLD STORY CAN BE USED TO COMPARE IT WITH THE NEWBORN BABY STORY, YOU SEE TODAY THINGS CHANGE VERY QUICKLY AND IT COULD BE INTERESTING TO SEE THE DIFFERENCE. WE WOULD ALSO LIKE TO PASTE LINKS LIKE BABY SONGS TO MAKE IT MORE BABY FRIENDLY.

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Monday, May 15, 2017

 Farm life can be very hard

WE ARE CANGING THIS BLOG NAME, WE ARE GOING TO CALL IT, BABY RAFAEL STORY. While we are posting Baby Rafael story, we will also post some grandpa life story, because even an old-man life story could be compared to todays' way of life.
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Welcome to our blog, Baby Rafael story plus
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Farm life can be very hard
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Farms are very isolated places and to live in the farm is boring to say the least. Usually there is nobody you can talk to, so, life is very boring and lonely, this specially applies to the time when I was young, when there were no mobiles, or other ways of communication.
The first real job that I did in the farm was to look after a small flock of sheep and a couple of goats. we had to take to flock of sheep in the fields, so that they would eat whatever there was left in the field. Today these things are things of the past, so, I believe that younger generation is better off than we were. Anyhow, we don't know if the younger generation, only time could tell, say in fifty years time.


 Farm life can be very hard

Dear readers, this post is the continuation of our last post, my farm life views, where we were telling you about, my farm life when I was very young, where we were lamenting that nobody would appreciate us farmers, while we were working hard for everybody else. Anyhow, we were saying in our last post, that people that live in the farms live a very hard and lonely life; in the past farming was even harder than it is today, because today even the farmers have lots of machines that helps them farming, they are also a lot closer to the other communities than they used to be, because they can travel easily from their farms to town, they have their mobiles, and other electronic devices that helps them stay in touch with the rest of the world; anyhow, we have to think that wherever you are, and whatever you do life can be very hard sometime, when that happen we have to try to overcome those difficulties the best way we can.
Having this view in mind and having lived a rather hard life myself, I look at today world and wonder when I see these young people struggling, while they are really living in the middle of plenty, but then I realize that they do not see it that way, so, they want you to believe that they are living a hard life, when in reality they are not, if we compare it to the ways of life in the old times. Therefore, I cannot help thinking that things in the world have changed a lot for the better, therefore, I cast my mind back to the times when I was young, then I wonder what is wrong with the youths today, why they do not see all the good things around them that are available to them. I know that some of them do, but a lot of them don't.
Having said that, now it would be good if we could compare today life to the days when I was young; So, let me tell you why life was harder when I was young, especially for those youths that like myself ended in a disadvantaged position, we were working in the farms when we were very young: not only we were in a disadvantaged position then, and working just to earn a small living that consisted of just plain but wholesome food and some clothing on our back, but what was hurting most of us young would be farmers, it was the fact that we were not appreciated from the rest of the town community, only because we were not as good as the rest of the community with our communication skills, owing to the fact, that we were busy working and living an isolated life in the farm, where complex communication skills are not taught, because you don’t need them for farming, and also we did not ware flashy garments to show off, when we went to town and met the young town people, who seemed so clever well dressed and they knew everything that there was to be known.
The reason that I have been telling you all this stuff, is that, it explains better how I felt then and how I feel even now, about my life in the farm in those days when I was young, and I hope that there is no misunderstanding, that this was a hard and boring life, I am writing this article today, because I would like to point out to you, that my life experience in the farm of those days, has a very clear meaning to anybody that happens to read my life story, even if it is only a plain and boring life story that I am able to tell you here.
But I believe that there is also another side of this life story, because what I have just said, makes me reflect about what the elders of my time were telling me, which was in effect that life was much harder when they were young. This attitude of those elders makes me think and ask myself. Is this the ways that life looks like when we get old? Or it is indeed that the way of life is changing for the better today I wonder? Anyhow, I will continue to tell you my life story here under, and you can decide for yourself, and also when you read my next few posts, where I will continue to talk about my farm life experience.
This post is becoming too long, so, see you in our next post. Let me tell you my farm life.
See you soon.
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Thursday, April 20, 2017

My farm life views

WE ARE CANGING THIS BLOG NAME, WE ARE GOING TO CALL IT, BABY RAFAEL STORY. While we are posting Baby Rafael story, we will also post some grandpa life story, because even an old-man life story could be compared to todays' way of life.
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Welcome to our blog, Baby Rafael story plus
and this post, my farm life views
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The first real job that I did in the farm was to look after a small flock of sheep and a couple of goats. we had to take to flock of sheep in the fields, so that they would eat whatever there was left in the field.















My farm life views
Dear readers, this post is the continuation of our previous post ‘breaking away from my farm life’ which are all part of ‘An old man life story, so, let me continue. Now, even though we have been talking about breaking away from my farm life, and my farm life experience in our previous posts. Now, I would have liked to go straight to the point again, telling you all about my own personal life experience in the farm when I was very young, which is the most important experience during my whole young life, and which I ought to tell you as it was, because of the ways that it has affected me, if I want to make my point about my young life experience in the farm; since it is my first life experience in the real world, and therefore the most important one.
So, just to make my point here, I have to tell you that my first real job in the farm was, which was that I had to look after a small flock of sheep, I was about 11 years old at that time, so to be in charge of those animals was a big ask for a small boy even then, and when we look at the standard of life that we have today, it looks even worse, but somehow I did my job anyhow, after that job I had to do many other things. All these things put together, I should tell you right away that it has affected me for the rest of my life in a negative way, because I was placed in a disadvantaged position right from the start of my young life, as I have already mentioned before many times.
Now, while I am writing and thinking about my younger life, at the same time I cannot help to wonder how the young people of today would react if they find themselves in a disadvantaged position as I was then. So, I ask myself again and again would today young People have enough positive thinking to overcome the hard life that would be thrown at them, or would they just keep protesting, and then run away from the problems ahead of them; as the young people usually do these days? But there is also something else, I have noted that today young people like only to get in touch with other people through their mobiles, they don’t like to talk to people face to face, and they avoid all sorts of problems if they can. Therefore, I wonder what they would have done, if they would have ended up in the same position as I was, as there were not many people around to talk to and above all there wasn’t any devise that you could talk to or listen to, like today we can talk on the mobile phones, you see life was very different then.
Anyhow, during our lives I have learned that life means to us whatever we want life to mean to us, and, at different times may have different meanings for every one of us. Today I have concluded that even if we live a hard life, we need to be positive during our life, and that is what we have to do all the time, be positive if we can. We need to do that if we want to overcome our difficulties. My own life is a very commune good example, as you are going to see while you read these articles. You see, just because I have been positive during my whole life, even when things went the wrong way many times, but I just kept going on the best way I could, because that was the only thing that I could do at that time. The reality of life is that we are forced to do whatever life throws at us, so, we better do it willingly, without upsetting ourselves too much.
We should believe that from our drawbacks we can always learn something positive, and if these positive thoughts are added up, one can find a way to use them. You see today in my old age I am even able to write these posts here and hubs in Hub pages, in a language that is not my mother tongue, this might not be a great deal to some people, but it helps me to think that I am not that hopeless fellow that I was when I was young, because I have kept positive and tried to learn whenever I had the chance, I hope that you see what I mean?
Now that I have explained the position that I am in today, which one could say that it is a sharp contrast to the ways I have been living when I was very young. Anyhow, today to continue to tell you my farm life story, I believe that I have to describe to you first of all what the farms were like in those days, and also how the farmers used to run them in a traditional manner at the time when I was young. And I want also to point out to you that, the farmers and their workers were then and are still nowadays, the most important contributors of the welfare of this rural town of Genzano di Lucania, you see, the rural communities wherever you go in the world, they are still those people that grow food for the rest of the other communities, therefore growing any sort of food will always be necessary, for these reasons the people that grow food are very important contributors to the rest of the town community; this would also apply to our rural town of, Genzano di Lucania. But there seems to be a problem between the farmers and the town people, because the rest of the town communities, they don’t seem to recognize enough the farmer contributions, this attitude gives rise to some malcontent and make life harder for the farming people. We all should know that farmers are hardworking simple people that have no much time to think about frivolous things, just for the sake of showing off to other people their knowledge, like most people of the rest of the community practice everywhere, and this is one of the problems between these communities, but the farmers knowing that they know only how to farm they keep on farming, even when they know that they are not being appreciated. They are down to earth people.
Anyhow I believe that this post is becoming too long, so, see you soon in our next post, Farm life can be very hard. 
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Sunday, April 9, 2017

Breaking away from my farm life

WE ARE CANGING THIS BLOG NAME, WE ARE GOING TO CALL IT, BABY RAFAEL STORY. While we are posting Baby Rafael story, we will also post some grandpa life story, because even an old-man life story could be compared to todays' way of life.
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Breaking away from my farm life
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In Italy all fit young man in their twenties are required to serve in the army for about a year, and so was I in my early twenties. Most people do not like to serve in the army, because there is no real pay, but it is a different way of life to see.
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Breaking away from my farm life
Dear readers, this post is the continuation of our last post, my harsh destiny, so, let us continue our life story. Click edit above to add content to this empty capsule.

For about twelve years I lived this farm life, as I have explained in our previous posts. Anyhow, the only time that I had a real break from farming was when I was called to serve in the army, which in Italy was/is a compulsory service to the country, which every able young male must serve when one turns twenty-one years old or soon after that. Then when the army released me I migrated to Australia, and I was then in my early twenties. I was young and not afraid to do hard work. I would do anything at all in Australia, since I did not have any qualification, and I would work hard if I had to, since I had learned in the farm that we needed to work hard to earn our living.
But let me say just a few words about this service in the Italian army of those times, being in the compulsory Italian army is a hard life for anybody, for a start you are not paid or you are paid so little that you believe that you are not paid at all; and then, everybody laments about everything especially about the discipline, as for myself I did not find it very hard like some recruits complain it is, but at the same time it was, because you do what you are told to do, at the same time you learn something new because you are exposed to a different way of living. But the hardest part of it all is that the compulsory army of those times, they didn’t pay us, we only got free food free clothes and just enough money to by some cigarettes if one was a smoker. Anyhow it is good to be in the army and learn a new way of life, it makes you feel better when that is over and done with; some of the old people think that after you have been in the army, you have really become a man of the world, because of that extra experience that you learn in the army.
But, let me go back to tell you about my life in the farm and what it did to me. Because as I have already mentioned before, the farm life of those times was not what one would prescribe for a young man like me, if one wanted me as a young man to develop my potential properly, so that, I could be ready to meet the challenge of life when I would be older, in all sorts of communities not just farming a small farm.
But you see, as we have already mentioned, at the time when all this happened to me, no one could have ever thought, of the forth coming changing world, and of the difficulties that I and some of the other boys, which shared the same fate as me would have to face in later life. Just because the way of life happened to change so much and so fast, when we were young.
Now, in order to understand how unfair it was, for me and for those youths of my time who ended up in the farms like myself, I have to convey to you the different set up of this town of Genzano; the way that people separate each other in classes, not because they like to be different to each other, but because they are different, and therefore they think and talk in different ways, so, they group themselves with their equal, because they feel more at ease that way: But in reality they are somehow all equal, as all the groups need each other soon or later.
There are reasons to believe that this way of life would usually happen everywhere else in the world in small towns, where there are two main groups of people in every community: There are those who live directly from the land, which are called the rural community, and those who work in town in all sorts of jobs, which would be called just town’s people and they include; shop keepers, doctors, vets, craftsmen, clerks, schools and school teachers, priests, policemen, (carabinieri which are Italian policemen), guardians, and every other sort of jobs that one can think of, in order to run a town properly; and then all the rest of the population, like whole families and women and children, so that a town would be self-reliant.
Anyhow, at a certain stage of my life I started to become aware, that I had to break away from this type of farm living, because a lot of things were changing and we didn’t earn enough from the small farm that we had, so, it was time for us young would have been farmers to change also, but let me say a bit more about my farm life views and the town I have come from, because, it would be better for my readers to understand what was going on at those times, in the fifties and there about. After all, those old times will not come back anymore, and it would be good to have at least a sort of record written here, in order to remember how those times were.
So in my next article, let me continue to talk about my farm life views, followed by several other articles about my farm life, and then talk about the town of Genzano and its communities, to explain better how those times were, in the fifties and earlier; not only because I want to tell you my life story, but also because a sort of record is being written and kept, in these internet articles that could be available to the public for a long time in the future.
So, see you next time in my next article, my farm life views. 
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Sunday, April 2, 2017

My harsh own destiny

WE ARE CANGING THIS BLOG NAME, WE ARE GOING TO CALL IT, BABY RAFAEL STORY. While we are posting Baby Rafael story, we will also post some grandpa life story, because even an old-man life story could be compared to todays' way of life.
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Welcome to our blog, Baby Rafael story plus
and this post, my harsh destiny
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My harsh destiny

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Most of us believe that we have our own destiny, if that is true, then my own destiny has been a harsh one. It has started from when I was a child and all my life, I have always worked hard with no much enjoyment in between. Even today there are so many problems, that I don't even like to tell other people willingly, but sometimes we have to do it, and tell our story the way it is.



My harsh destiny
Dear readers, after complaining about the programs rip off, we are going back to post our usual posts, so, let me continue with my harsh destiny. Click edit above to add content to this empty capsule.

As I was saying in our last post about, farm life unfair situation, we are born in a family that somehow decides also our destiny, because of the way that family lives and have lived perhaps for centuries; but there is more to say about our destiny, because some of us would like to believe that we are born with a destiny to fulfil, and if it is so, then my destiny is not a bright one, because from the beginning of my life I have had a hard life and this has continued during my life, perhaps it will still continue until I die, but anyhow let us go back to my life story in the farm, whether it was my destiny or not.
As I have already mentioned above about my own farm life when I was young, and I reckon and feel that it was really unfair to my personal self, and to those youths that had to live in the farm as I did, this fact of life I will continue to describe to you at length and in depth as I keep writing on, since the main point that I want to make here is to show you how I had to struggle and to suffer while I was living in the farm, and even later on in the future as we will see, from these articles that I am writing. In fact, for me life was going to be much harder than I thought, since that way of life which I had lived in the farm had left me so far backward, because of that isolation that existed in the farms, I even lacked in local general knowledge about the people of the town, and also in communication skills including all those nice things that a person says and does, which would make that same person attractive to the rest of the community.
Here I have also to say that this early disadvantaged way of life, it has affected me greatly for the rest of my life, and although I have tried to improve myself during my life, I have never been able to catch up with the rest of the world completely. So that, I feel it within me even now, as if I will never be completely satisfied with myself, because I think that I could have been better off, if I had a different and better way of life when I was young to start with.
But since what’s been done is done, since one cannot go back and do it in a different way, therefore, I am/was stuck with it. Therefore, I had to put up with my backward way of life; and I had to accept that the only possible way that was left for me to earn a living for the rest of my life, had to be that I had to do hard physical work, which I did in a way or another and this hard work has helped me to overcome some of my drawbacks. From this life experience one could say that we should always try to improve ourselves and work hard for it, even when it is hard for us to find an easy way of life, if we are able to keep this attitude and work hard during our lives, we would be able to overcome many issues that could otherwise run us down completely.
Now let us continue to tell my life story; anyhow, at the time when all this hard and boring life was happening to us, including all those young people which used to live and work in this town’s farms, doing this same work as I did it all seemed normal to us, because even our forebears before us did that, as they had all lived this same way for centuries before us.
As I was saying also my forbears used to live in this town that I was born, and in which I had to live my youth just like them. But, most of my youth and I mean the most important years of my young life, which is the time when a youth would be better off to stay in a society and learn the ways of that society, and at the same time try to find out the meanings of life, which would help him to learn how to deal with his life in the future in the society that we would be living in; all those years were spent to live in our family farm and not in the town itself, and this did put me in a disadvantaged position from the very start, as I have already mentioned before, all because everything in the world was changing too fast and farming the old way was on the way out.
Something about this is also written in this article, Farming today compared to the old way , Anyhow, I and the other youths that were working in the farms then, we were caught in this disadvantaged position and some of us did something to improve our position, as I am going to tell you in our next post, breaking away from my farm life.
See you soon.
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My harsh own destiny
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Saturday, March 11, 2017

The farm life unfair situation

WE ARE CANGING THIS BLOG NAME, WE ARE GOING TO CALL IT, BABY RAFAEL STORY. While we are posting Baby Rafael story, we will also post some grandpa life story, because even an old-man life story could be compared to todays' way of life.
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Welcome to our blog, Baby Rafael story plus
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The farm life unfair situation
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These types of animals in the photos were the animals that I and other young people like me had to look after in the farm, when we were young. Farm animals need to be fed, watered, and groomed every day, so it is a never ending job to look after them
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The farm life unfair situation
Dear readers, this post is the continuation of our last post, my farm life experience, where we were about to talk my farm life unfair situation. Now, this situation that I am talking about here was most unfair to us youths, because it affected only us in the farms, but not all the young citizens of this somewhat rich rural town of Genzano di Lucania, because they would be living a better life in town; (Here rich rural town means only Genzano town, by comparison to other rural towns of southern Italy that surround it).
So, as it happened then, we a portion of the young citizen of Genzano became caught in a disadvantaged position including myself, and this position would affect us very badly for the rest of our lives; but we didn’t know then, that it was going to be a disadvantaged position for us in the future, and we did not know what else to do either, and there was nothing that could be done either. The few exceptions who were not put at a great disadvantaged position were those youths which their families were rich enough land owners, because it would always be an advantage for them to stay in the farms and learn their future trade and then use their farm knowledge in the future to their advantages, in their own family farms, if they had a large enough farm to run.
But for the rest of us young men, who were working in small farms like myself, and did not own enough land to secure a good living in the future, what we were doing then, would turn into a disadvantaged position later, but at the same time we had no other opportunities in life but to continue the old tradition of farming, just because this same tradition of farming had been a way of life to the rural community of this agricultural town for centuries before us, and therefore, when I was young it was thought to be the only way to earn a living, if you happened to own any land at all, so we had to be trained to be farmers in order to look after our own small farm when we would become older, and anyhow, in those times there was not much else that could be done, but this helping in the farm and training to be a farmer for us became a great disadvantage, because of the changes that followed in farming later on. This way of living that I am talking about here would be better understood, if you read this other article that we have written in Hub Pages, Farming today compared to the old way, in this hub we are describing how farming is changed and other ways of life as well.
Anyhow let us go back to my main story, now to tell you the truth and be fair here, I may have to add that there were also a few other youths working, that their families were so poor and they were also working in the farm like us, by looking after the farm animals and other small tasks, they had no land at all, so they worked in the farm just to be fed and a few other things, or a very small pay, if the farmer could afford that, those were really hard times then.
Anyhow, nobody could be blamed for putting us youths in such a position, which in the end would result for us in a disadvantaged position: because the very same way of life had served the same community of farming well for centuries, and those people did not feel disadvantaged and were not disadvantaged at all then, just because in those times, people used to accept life the way it was, as long as they had enough food on their table every day and perhaps a few other things, they were happy. But today because of the enormous change of the modern era, which has brought with it also changes in the value of work that any worker does, so life is a lot better than it used to be, which is a good thing. But for this same reason, by comparison we became greatly disadvantaged. But this is not all, because there are a lot more that can be said, about the way we became and the ways that we were treated from the rest of the town community, which was not the best, as I will tell you later.
Anyhow, at this point of time I want to make this observation, which is that we seem to be born with a sort of destiny, because we are born in certain families, we follow the same path of our family, so let us talk about my own destiny.
I believe that I have said already enough in this post, so, I will write about my own destiny in our next post.
See you soon.
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Wednesday, March 1, 2017

My farm life experience

WE ARE CANGING THIS BLOG NAME, WE ARE GOING TO CALL IT, BABY RAFAEL STORY. While we are posting Baby Rafael story, we will also post some grandpa life story, because even an old-man life story could be compared to todays' way of life.
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Welcome to our blog, Baby Rafael story plus
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Old man life story

This is how a long time ago farms were run, you see, this is the way that harvesting was done for centuries, it was done all by hand, it would take a long time to harvest a large field.







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Harvester machine and how harvesting could and would be done today. But here we have to say that this photo is just an exaggeration because it is too crowded with machines.





My farm life experience


Dear readers, this post is the continuation of our last post, perhaps we have our own destiny, so, it is also the continuation of ‘an old man story’, where I was telling you about my real-life story, therefore, this article is another chapter of my life story and there will be several more to come later, as we go on writing them and editing them, therefore, let us continue to tell you about my life story.
As we all know, our lives sometimes are full of many surprises, sometimes those surprises may be good, at other times they might not be that good, but we should live our lives the best way we can, whenever and wherever we happen to live at the time when those life events happen. What I have just said has made me think something that has taken place since I was young. I have written something about it in my hub, Farming today compared to the old way, follow the link if you want to check it out.
Anyhow, at this very moment, it has come to my mind some wonderful machines that the farmers’ have today, because it would have made life a lot easier then, so, I would like to paste here a link about the wheat harvester that would have made life a lot easier at harvest time, if they were available when I was young, I know that our small farm could not have one, because it would cost too much but we could have hired one anyhow.
I hope it works for you to see what I mean. Now we can go back to tell you my life story.
Looking back at my own life at the time when I was young, I believe that there are times in our lives when we might not even know whether the way that we are living our lives is good or bad for us, and we will discover that life value much later in our lives; because what we have been doing during our early lives may well take us to a destiny that we had never thought could happen to us, as we have pointed out in our previous sub-article, perhaps we have our own destiny. Having said that, now let us talk about our lives that we have lived, and let us see what we think today about the life that we have already lived; therefore, let me continue to tell you the story of my life, as I have started telling you in our previous articles of, an old man life story.
So, dear readers, as I have said this hub is a continuation of our first farm life experience of, an old man life story, here we are going to add a few more descriptions about my farm life when I was a kid, or a very young man. I have to say, that from my own point of view, there are reasons to believe that once you have read my farm life story that I am writing here, you are going to agree with me that the way of life that I had, including some of those other youths, who had to live like me during those old times in the farms, it was a way of life that to most of us nowadays may seem archaic, unreal and to say the least unfair, and indeed it was really unfair to myself and to all those youths that ended up in a similar position as myself in their small family farms.
But at the time when this happened it did not seem that bad to us while we were there, because we were so young when we started to work in the farms, so, we didn’t know and everybody else thought that this sort of life had been practised from our forebears for many generations before us, therefore we were not aware then of the adverse influence that it could and would brink to us in the future, as we didn’t know then that we were placed in a disadvantaged situation and even our parents did not see how bad the situation could become to some of us, because they could not see how fast life was going to change, and even if they did guess that things were going to change very rapidly, they didn’t know what else to do, since nobody knew in those times anything else, except that they had to follow the previous generations. So, let us talk about this unfair situation that we were in at the farms in those old times.
Anyhow, I believe that this post is already long enough, so, we will continue to tell you about my life story, in our next post, Farm life unfair situation.
See you soon.  
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Wednesday, February 22, 2017

Perhaps we have our own destiny

WE ARE CANGING THIS BLOG NAME, WE ARE GOING TO CALL IT, BABY RAFAEL STORY. While we are posting Baby Rafael story, we will also post some grandpa life story, because even an old-man life story could be compared to todays' way of life.
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Welcome to our blog, Baby Rafael story plus
and this post, perhaps we have our own destiny
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Every one of us has a story to tell, some of us have better stories than others, but a story is a story that is all there is to it; in my case my life story could be connected with my destiny and religious issues and why I am writing all these articles.







Perhaps we have our own destiny

Dear readers, this post is the continuation of our last post, my life missed opportunities, where we had reached to stage where we were going to talk about our destiny, so let us continue.   Today I should say that I feel that there might be something we call our destiny, so one might be born to live a certain way of life, or perhaps our destiny is already written in God’s book of our own life in a way, so, we are forced to live our lives according to what is written in it, therefore our life is going to be influenced by some life events that are behind your control. Now I don’t know what to believe about what I have just said, but somehow, I believe that there is a sort of destiny for every one of us, but at the same time, I hope that our destiny is not completely fixed and it can be modified to a certain extend if we have the opportunity and continue to try our best, then, we might be able to improve our destiny.
You see, I believe that if we believe that our destiny is fixed, then there is no way that we could change it, so, it is better if we believe that we can change it somehow. Anyhow, those things that happen in our lives might happen for a reason, so they affect our life one way or another. Therefore, I believe that there is a sort of destiny because of what has happened to me in my life, and perhaps it is continuing to happen even today.
Anyhow, dear readers as I have already said, I have come to blame my fate for most of my life short comings and pains. Because I believe that when I was born, I was born with a good chance to live a better life; but it was not to be, that is the reason why I think that perhaps it was my destiny. So my dear readers if you happen to read my life story, I am sure that you may very well ask. Why is it that I am telling you mostly sad stories? Is it possible that in my whole life, I had so many sad happenings and not any happy ones?
Well, I should say here that I have had a few happy happenings, but if I had to tell you about my happy happenings they would be so few and very boring indeed, and nobody could or would be interested to hear them anyhow, because they seem to me that they are normal things and not important at all.
So, I would like to talk now most of all, about those happenings that have affected my life in a negative way, one could say that they have made me struggle during my life, as I have already said in one of my last hubs,
My life my struggles this is the link to my life struggles.
I know dear readers that you might be thinking that it is meaningless to write down all this useless stuff about my life, as nobody might be willing to read it or get any real benefit from it.
But I am thinking that if my writings survive in a hidden corner just for a generation or two, and even if my writings are not well written, as my English writing skills are not the best at this present time. But I believe that in several years when time passes away, then whoever would be reading my life story writings will find them more interesting, because life was so different in the old days, because we used to live in a different way altogether, you see, I have started to live my life long before the great changes of nowadays, so, this difference is what might make this life story interesting to read.
And if what I am writing here is going to be useless anyhow, I will do it just for practice, so that I would be able to improve my English language and also my writing skills. So that, I could feel more confident within my own self, and therefore I would not feel to be in such a hopeless and desperate position; like that time when something happened to me at a certain stage of my life, but at that time I was not able to cope with it properly, and because I wasn’t able to cope that matter in my case became also very painful, because of what I wanted to reach and do but I wasn’t able to, here I am talking about a matter that was and indeed is a very delicate matter of personal nature, so I am not going to disclose anywhere willingly.
But I would like to tell you that my helpless and desperate feelings, which I will write about them later on including what was it that caused me so much distress. But this distress has also made me come to a decision, which is that I have to improve myself in my lacking writing skills. So, now although I am getting old, I will try very hard if I can to improve myself, so that, my improvements may still help me in my later years to reach where I have failed before. You see this is my view about life; when you fail you get up dust yourself and try again harder.
Therefore, by writing my own life story, I will also help myself to improve my English and my communication skills, which after all they are the art of being able to write or to say, the right words at the right time with the right meanings; since saying meaningful and skilful phrases is just like when one writes them down.
So please don’t be annoyed by my life story and allow me to write a few things that I have gone through during my own life. I would like to write them; so that I could show you how hard life was then and how hard life can sometimes be, since this applies particularly to me; because during my life, so many things have changed since I was a child; I know of course that things will still keep changing nowadays and in the future, and very likely even faster than before, but now because we know of the oncoming changes we are able to accept them more easily than before, and therefore they will not seem that bad to us anyhow, because at least we believe that we know where we are going, in the near future.
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I believe that this article is becoming too long, because today people seem very busy and don’t like very long stories, so I better stop writing this article now. But, an old man life story, IS TO BE CONTINUED: With another hub called, my farm life experience. See you next time, as we have more things to tell you.
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Perhaps we have our own destiny
IS TO BE CONTINUED:
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