A beautiful taste of life?

In this brief but concrete piece of writing, you will see how life change when my father past away and I had to move to England for a few years. My father died on December the 6th of 1999, he got brutally shot by some senseless, heartless thieves and died in the same moment. I had to move to England while the constant aggression in Colombia settled down a little bit. I had to grow up …

…of drugs and did not fall in it, I knew what life is and what acts I have to do to has the glorious taste of happy life. In conclusion you can easily analyze that this brief description of my life at England is very different from others, and how the aggression in countries, the lost of the father could easily change anyone's life, and force any human being to grow faster than anybody else.