Veitía, judo cries for you

Saying goodbye to a loved one is one of the most difficult things in life. No one teaches us how to deal with it, but we all have to go through it at some point.

When the person is endearing to us despite not having blood ties, it is just as hard, but when a mark is left, the pain is less.

Ronaldo Veitía was back from everything. After unexpectedly losing his beloved wife, and already far from the hustle and bustle of judoguis and mattresses, the world was too big for him.

In recent years he has been traveling halfway around the world, invited by all who revered his pedagogy, but his soul was closer to those he left along the way. After falling ill in Spain, he never said it publicly, but he knew that he was facing one of his last battles, and he did not want to fight it in any field other than his long-awaited Cuba.

His wish was fulfilled, and his last breath left him in his land, the one that is proud of him, despite the usual controversies and disagreements in human beings.

Because no one, not even those who dared to criticize him, could ignore his consecration and dedication to his various generations of Marianas, as he always liked to call his pupils.

In front of that great responsibility that directing women entails, she established a chair, and in the face of many obstacles she always knew how to grow and sow in her judokas the seeds of decorum, discipline and consecration, which are the best friends (and enemies) of talent.

I saw him “fight” many times for his girls, “fight” training bases when there was no money to pay for them (thanks to his prestige and charisma) and even step aside when he felt his work was done. As he once told me, he left his results there so that whoever came after him would know how much can be done with sacrifice and dedication.

From his small town on the outskirts of the capital, he left daily, without the sun having risen yet, to give away his sap and get the most out of the group.

His “tantrums” were anthological when things were not done properly, but also his sensitivity to deal with adolescents marked by love, family separation and the desire for triumph.

He received me at his house when I was no longer the Veitía who shook the foundations of Inder when he was angry and he won me over with his sincerity and his detachment from material things. We exchanged books (he gave me one of his, on judo, of course, and I gave mine on soccer) and then we discussed the reading, electronically.

He opened his heart to me and I saw him get emotional with something as simple as a song (by Pablo Milanés), or when he remembered his mother.

Veitía has just left for another place, but wherever he goes, judo will revere him. The phrases that accompanied him so much will continue to resound in the mattresses, because in the fight of his life the word Mate did not exist.

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