A woman named Venezuela, a long-lived woman of over 70 years, with hair completely white, silky and long and eyes that shine like stars, but much more beautiful than these because their expression is sweet and conveyed a feeling of peace and tranquility for any who looked at it. At her age she lived very pleasant moments of abundance, prosperity, without any need, who shared joys with her children, seeing them being professionals, people of good, with principles and, that now in this life she with very accentuated footprints in her hands and wrinkles in his face not only because of age but because of the great sadness that his heart embarks upon seeing that the abundance he had in a time that he could share with his neighbor, he does not have it, see so much need around him and can not help even though he tends his helping hand of hope and love in silence for each and every one of his neighbors. She knows that her great sadness is shared, it is mutual, therefore, all in the same heart are "down on the knees hardened" by a hope that everyone longs for loudly because Venezuela and its neighbors are prosperous again.
