This is my story of what needs to be done in order to live a happier life, simply by doing exactly what makes you happy. First of all, you need to be cautious because there are many scoundrels out there, only a stone's throw away, that will try their best to stop you dead in your tracks. I know this first hand, because I have often encountered these life sucking predators. They are always on the prowl, masquerading in sheep's clothing ready to do damage to our psyche. Please, don't let them do it to you Remember, you only have one life to live As long as you take the high road in advancing the human condition and not hurting anyone, why not get on board this voyage of self-enhancement. Over the years, I have witnessed the pleasure spread across people's faces when I have asked the question, "What makes you happy?" The overwhelming response has been incredibly positive. In an instant you start to see a soothing change in their facial demeanor. They begin to open up to you as they become immersed in their own story, letting the floodgates loose; as the waters wash away any previously held apprehensions. Try this exercise on your own and you will see what I'm talking about. You will soon inherit a valuable new treasure; inexplicably, via a warp speed change in attitude that is so powerful that they will never forget you or your name. So come aboard this inner vessel and go ahead and ask the Big Question: "What makes YOU happy too"? Because I know "What makes ME happy" and I'm going to share that right now.

Our journey together will take us to Spain, Cuba, Mexico and America. Pipo was born in Spain in a small village called Valle De Las Casas in the Castilian Province near Leon, about one hundred and twenty miles North West of the capital city of Madrid. I will cover his life from his birth to his arrival in Cuba, where I was born, and begin to share my first memories of Pipo growing up during the Revolution of Fidel Castro in 1959, as well as during the Missile Crisis of 1962, leading up to our family's departure for Mexico and arrival in Mexico City. I will share the transforming experiences that would shape my future relationship with Pipo. In Mexico City, I convey the turning point that occurred on the concourse of the Mexico City International Airport, an event that I have labeled the "Chiclet's incident." From this point on, I was on a secret personal mission to help Pipo economically and in every other way I could possibly imagine once we eventually arrived in America. Only a few months after the riots of 1967 literally tore the city apart, we settled in Newark, New Jersey. The riots left behind a flight path of economic turbulence for many decades; nevertheless, Newark became my home. It became dear to me ever since our maiden voyage. My mother Maria urged me to look down from our plane so I could see all the bright lights shining below us. Then she uttered these heartfelt words, "Miguel this is our new home"-- just as we began to rapidly turn and descend in the dark sky for our landing at the old Newark North Terminal Airport. Once we disembarked, Pipo was waiting to accompany us to the reunification celebration.