More than 20 years ago, when my mother was still with me in Florida, we went to Arby’s for lunch. When I stepped out of the car to help my mother, I noticed a Monarch butterfly on the curb. I helped my mother out of the car and then came back to check the butterfly. […]

That night I knew that what I was seeing on the ceiling of my room was not the usual reflection of the water of the pool illuminated by the light of one of the lamp posts. It was a very tall body with a greyish/white smoky color that only told me one word: “Listen!”. Next […]

As a very young Christian living in Miami, I started going to a Presbyterian church. I liked the pastor and his preaching was authentic. There I met two girls who made a big difference in what I thought about Christians. One was an ex drug addict who had a constant need for eating candy to […]

In 1985, I was hired by UBS (United Bible Societies) to start computerizing the translation projects sponsored by the organization. To do this, it was necessary to get all the training I could. In 1986 after a lot of research for the right way to start, I went to North Carolina to learn the software […]

They were very different times in Chile. Right after the military coup, I had moved to Santiago to my parent’s house located on a street that ended at the back door of the Carabineros de Chile School (Policemen School of Chile). I have escaped from Antofagasta in the North of Chile, after resigning my position […]

In Florida, I could see the aninhgas drying their wings in the sun after a good dive in the lake in front of my apartment. I miss that. Birds know how to be thankful and praise God. Almost anywhere you can see the grackles at the parking lots of stores that have food, waiting for […]

The very first “computer” I used was really a Burroughs punched-card reader. I used it to help me tabulate the results of a survey I had done for my thesis for a Journalism degree at the University of Chile. (This was somehow equivalent to a B.A. degree in the U.S.) I used the machine in […]

There I was on the first day of my biggest adventure ever. I had been admitted to the University of Texas in Austin. It was 1974. I had made it to the street which, when any Texan said it, sounded as Wada Loop. In fact, it was Guadalupe Street in Austin, Texas. I asked several […]