Aprender con mi manada y la IA

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Una de las cosas que me impulsa en mi vida diaria, aparte del aprendizaje, es la curiosidad, me resulta muy agradable probar cosas nuevas y añadirlas a mi repertorio de conocimientos. Últimamente, comprendiendo la importancia de la evolución de la IA, he estado profundizando en el concepto y he descubierto sus múltiples usos, lo cual ha sido fascinante, así que, en una reciente exploración del desarrollo rápido, decidí involucrarme con ChatGpt, pidiéndole que articulara el concepto de una jauría de perros, otra de mis verdaderas pasiones; como si lo escribiera un blogger experto. La respuesta fue perspicaz. Sin embargo, antes de entrar en materia, me gustaría contextualizar un poco por qué lo elegí.

En primer lugar, esta exploración de la IA y su profundidad surgió de una necesidad personal de profundizar en mi comprensión del desarrollo rápido, especialmente porque guío a otros en esta área académica. Luego, en una etapa muy personal, quiero compartir que, muy recientemente, mi mundo ha cambiado drásticamente al darme cuenta de que uno de mis perros, Jack-Jack, se ha quedado ciego. La dinámica de mi hogar se ha transformado, dando lugar a un nuevo papel para todos los implicados, incluidos Oreo, mi otro perro, y yo. En esta manada en evolución, yo he asumido el papel de alfa, mientras que Oreo se ha convertido en el fiel compañero de Jack-Jack, encarnando el espíritu de un perro guía.

Esta situación concreta me llevó a pensar en el concepto de manada de lobos y perros, su dinámica y su impacto en la verdadera donación.

Una manada de perros trasciende la simple definición de grupo: es una verdadera familia unida por el instinto, la lealtad y una jerarquía bien definida. Dentro de la manada, cada perro entiende su papel, todo ello bajo la dirección de un perro alfa cuya confianza y fuerza infunden una sensación de confianza y orden. Esta dinámica es extraordinaria; las manadas se comunican a través de un rico tapiz de lenguaje corporal, vocalizaciones y aullidos, coordinando a la perfección sus movimientos, ya sea cazando, jugando o salvaguardando su territorio. Prosperan en colaboración, aprovechando sus puntos fuertes individuales en beneficio del colectivo. El vínculo que los une tiene sus raíces en siglos de evolución, impulsado por la necesidad primaria de sobrevivir como una unidad. Es una conmovedora ilustración del trabajo en equipo y la unidad, donde cada individuo es importante y la verdadera fuerza de la manada emerge de su unión, una fuente de inspiración para todos los que son testigos de su camaradería.

A lo largo de este viaje, he aprendido lecciones inestimables, sobre todo acerca de la resistencia, gracias al espíritu inquebrantable de Jack-Jack. He encontrado el humor en momentos que me pillan desprevenida, como cuando Jack-Jack se aventura en la habitación de mi hijo en lugar de subir las escaleras. Juntos hemos forjado un vínculo profundo, unidos como una familia. Me asombra cómo los animales establecen vínculos instintivamente y asumen funciones sin entrenamiento formal, demostrando una lealtad que va más allá de la compañía. Las mascotas no son meros animales a los que cuidamos; son maestros profundos, que nos ofrecen lecciones de vida que nos humillan con su naturaleza pura y su inocencia. En esta nueva dinámica, asumo mi responsabilidad como alfa y me comprometo a guiarlos y protegerlos. Son mi familia y, mientras sigo aprendiendo y creciendo a su lado, no faltarán las risas a lo largo de este viaje; al fin y al cabo, sólo soy un ser humano.

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04:05, again I wake up thinking, my brain doesn’t stop spinning around, going back to one thought that I believed it wasn´t bothering me. It has been 8 months since I left my former home to start a new journey, one that I thought was life changing, and of course it is, what I never expected even though I knew it wasn´t going to be easy, it is how hard time and distance can be. You must be wondering, what is it I am saying. Let me explain myself better. I started a family project 4 years ago, one that filled our hearts with love, smiles and hope, but the kind of positive hope grounded in reality. We started supporting this group of amazing kids from a children’s home as a family. An experience that has left a beautiful experience, for four years every month we would go and not only spend time with them, but created a strong close familiar bond, we got to know each one, their hopes and dreams, their needs and fears, their looks and faces, we learned what they lack, their strengths, we made a unique connection, one that only happens when openness, love, and real care for someone else’s wellbeing comes first. In return, they offered their sincere smiles, laughter, and love in their unique ways, they gave us true unspoken love. But life as it is, never stops changing, and it offered my family and I an opportunity to start over, away from the place that kept us warm and safe for eleven years, five thousand four hundred and eighteen miles away. We as a family are true believers in transformation, and we are certain that it was the right move. Much has happened since we arrived at this new land, it has been a roller coaster of emotions and situations however, we are at peace and happy, except for one little thing. The time and distance between our kids and my family has grown way too much, much contact has been lost, too many  smiles, and looks we are missing, they are growing fast and we haven’t been able to continue our work, we haven’t been able to contribute to their growth as we did before, constant presence is a huge challenge, my visits now have become scares, once, twice or three times in 8 months. I question myself, I wonder if its worthy, If its fair to them, two girls graduated from high school, one, whose story shocked my family’s world and we promised to help her out of the dark she was in, just turned eighteen and left for good, she left with her sister and her father, and we haven’t heard from her in two months already . Sometimes time hurts, not because it is its fault, it is because it goes by and we can go back and redo things, part of life. We must learn to accept it however conscious you are. The other girl who just graduated is still at the home but God knows for how long, it is a constant thought knowing that she too will depart and we won’t be able to say goodbye again, it will be the perhaps the sixth time we learn another child is  gone away and we won’t be able to help no more. Distance of course doesn’t help either, too many miles in between to stay close, to visit regularly as we used to, too far to be present. Distance also hurts, there is one memory that does not escape mi mind, and I am sure is the result of time and distance, one of the girls pushed me away last time I could visit them, she closed her heart and created a bridge between us, she was close, she was learning to open up to me, she  was showing her emotions, and felt free to talk about it, she was making progress, and all of a sudden, back to square one, locked up inside herself, at least with me. It is a painful memory, it hurts, I do not know what to think, do or say. I can’t help to think that somehow, we are fading away, I only hope that we did with them stays in their memories, my only hope is that the connection we built help them remember the work we did together and this leads to guiding them in the right path. Silver lining, two years ago, one of the girls turned eighteen, had to leave the home, moved on to another one, smaller, funded and sponsored by a wonderful family, we lost contact for a long time, she showed up for Christmas, she is now independent, working, I am about to go back for work and so eager and excited to get to meet her, hold her again and try to rebuild our connection to her now that she is independent. Regardless of time and distance my promise stays untouched, I am resolved to keep pushing, even for one, if it is what is left of them in the end. My promise is not to let time and distance stand between us, despite these I will continue to offer, give and provide my knowledge, experience, warmth and love to those kids. My pledge to them is to conquer time and distance to let them know that we care that they are important to us, that they matter, they are unique and worthy of the best things in life, they deserve love and care, joy and happiness, they deserve to be happy and to have a good life.

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