My story

MY STORY: HEART (twice), CANCER,

DEPRESSION, STROKE (twice) and

PACEMAKER.

All TRACKS overcome through the Tijuca Forest.

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Dedicated

"I dedicate my family who loves me too, my friends who are very few, but live in my

heart and my psychologist who solved a puzzle in my sleeping neurons. I take this

opportunity to "green" the Tijuca Forest even more, for without it there would be the

dream book. Amen! Love! Peace! Happiness! "

Index

Part 1 | Preface

Part 2 | First heart operation

Part 3 | Cancer My Wife

Part 4 | Depression and work

Part 5 | First stroke

Part 6 | According stroke and heart operation

Part 7 | Pacemaker

Part 8 | Tijuca Forest

Part 8 | Our lives

Part 9 | Photos

Part 10 | Letters and Poem

Foreword

Unfortunately my Portuguese is very poor, compared to the great writers there are.

Summer grammar errors, verbal agreements, points which should not exist and other

serious things, I as a writer, should not commit. But the vast majority of people who

will see my story take shape, will opt for writing a blessed and capable of all life. So I

ask million excuses why I write now with the heart, and it is the pure and true feelings

take extraordinary ways.

I had a lifetime to do what I wanted to be an IT programmer or a large advertising or

even a journalist. But life has given me another alternative, tell a "living" part of my

magnificent history of struggle, defiance and desire.

But this fight, challenge and will is so big and so beautiful to see and believe, that

makes faith is my main event. A life that many say, that was my strength and my ability

to overcome challenges. I do not think it was healing all. It was salvation and my

healing poorly. Now I want to take this faith for you.

I had several problems, but all were overcome. But beginning to unravel my big and

bold evils, all had their key role. All were and are factors of extraordinary growth.

Let's start to title my big problems, so it's easier you understand and realize how serious

was certain moments of my life. Operated heart, my wife had cancer and died, my

grandmother died the day of my wife's cancer discovery, I went into depression, had

two strokes'S (Stroke) and operated the heart a second time and put a marker step.

Anyway, I think this is already good. Do not you think?

Life is so amazing! It was hard! But I won! I have problems? None. Absolutely, I am a

very normal guy. Do it! Conquer! Run ahead! That's what I always do and that's what

keeps me alive constantly. Sorry errors of PORTUGUESE again as it is complicated for

me to form a perfect word. Anyway, it's heart and much love to write to you.

"Writing is a need me." Clarice Lispector

I would not know what I would do if did not write. It is a giant complex of pure and true

words, I can not not leave them to declare the love I feel for them. Are noun, adjectives,

adverbs and other complex grammars, I do not know more, but make me strength to

write without knowing what goes on in the head but in the heart. The heart is so huge in

terms of great and complex words in the virtues of the soul meant. I am a lucky, a

project to be sensitive human words that make no sense, but in the end do. This is crazy

so great that I myself can not understand how I write without knowing how to write. I

strongly believe that the heart is the most natural and true way to write what I think and

desire. I am so full of attitude, full of conscience and full of courage. Why is the heart

that speaks louder than anything.

First heart operation

My name is Rodrigo Vieira, I'm 35 years old and work in a multinational in Rio de

Janeiro. I have a life story with some overruns and achievements. It took nearly 10 years

of struggle and overcoming regarding health and death.

It was a normal morning work. Always arrived early to meet targets and deliver my

work material always on time. It was very annoying with it because it was a virtue sign,

which always fulfill your goals. It was 6 am when my phone rang. Me and my girlfriend

Ana Paula, always work together and it was a good thing because we always had an

important role within the company. She told me she was with very low pressure, normal

thing for her, for he had a hypotensive pressure (below normal pressure). I found it very

strange her voice on the phone, but listened to what she had to say. His voice was

trembling and felt a sharp pain in the heart. One of two things, she was enfartando was a

tension or crisis in metro Rio de Janeiro. Unfortunately, here in Rio de Janeiro, from the

line two subway was an almost daily crisis.

He said he was going to the subway Carioca, who would catch and take her to the

medical center of the great company that worked. As usual, it was customary to drop

everything I was doing to help my girlfriend. You will always remember that dated, got

engaged and married, so do not judge me if at some point, err conjugations relationship.

It was very close to the working underground, and in five minutes there I was standing

in the crowd trying to see Ana Paula.

When I saw astonished and colorless, I was scared. I pushed everyone who was around

me and held her by the arms. I asked what she was feeling and she always told me the

same thing, a strong pain in my heart. I follow even the most secure building, where we

would have a preview of what was going on. I was walking by foot, and always

wondering what she was feeling, unfortunately people get frustrated and that's too bad.

We got to the building, I put the badge of her and asked for help for the first guard I

saw. Unfortunately there was no time, she was fainting. It's so weird you see a person

on your side, a loved one, losing strength and faint. Promptly everyone around me were

to help me and went quickly, she passed out, for the medical sector.

She left the doctor's care and went to the waiting room crying. I did not know what to

do and not what to feel. I called my mother and I called my mother. All were desperate

and waiting for a position. Some time later, the doctor came to me and asked me what

was going on, the drugs she took and other relevant things. And he had noticed, there

was nothing else. However, it was necessary to go to a doctor for a general check up. So

we went a cardiologist on the same day.

It what had happened and started doing the tests to determine what was happening. My

girlfriend had a habit of wanting me to do some tests to see if it was okay with me. I

totally unnecessary, but it was her life that was at risk. So I did the exams as well. We

were satisfied to a Botafogo clinic for the two-dimensional echocardiography with

Doppler color for her and for me. Anyway, do what? We set off for exams.

We did the tests of my wife and her problem was a pure momentary stress. When did

my exam, the doctor was an hour looking my heart and asked me waited. After an

outgoing call to my cardiologist, she told me that my exams were serious, in a state of

advanced severity and probably I should operate as quickly as possible. My ground

began to fall apart at that very moment the doctor said it was a normal operation and

stones rolled down the cliff with me.

It was a very painful back to the City Centre. It was something he did not expect so little

thought I should go through all that. Unfortunately I did not like the doctor who

attended me and others who did not please me. I remember I went to the health plan and

saw an unfamiliar name, but called and went to him. It was the Doctor Jazbik team. One

of the best surgeons of Rio de Janeiro.

I remember I was on the appointed day with my mom, find Dr. Carlos Jazbik, the

person who would operate me. It was totally quiet and friendly. I was handing in his

hands my life for him. Fortunately was a congenital aortic insufficiency, instead of

being tricuspid valve was bicuspid. We decided to operate as fast as possible and with

the inclusion of a mechanical valve. Surgery dated, marked exams and I was ready to go

change my small valve.

I've always loved the internet, because I thought of everything and always more. Of

course, bad things and good, but always filtering. I started looking for cases of serious

failure in patients with congenital aortic valve, similar operations and all you can find in

the digital world. I did biochemistry area of the college where he was studying, then did

not care to see dead people because'd seen in anatomical UERJ. I was wondering what I

would go and how was surgery. After great difficulty, I found an operation performed in

full, with cuts, chest bones, cardiopulmonary machine for blood and technical details I

needed to know and master. I know it was not a good thing, but I needed to know by

academic curiosity and life. Of my life!

I remember like it was today, did not sleep and did not have to. It was a lost night and

had to think about how it was my future hospital facility, medical or whatever. Had

insomnia since childhood, then think to know, it was better than not knowing, and

wander around. The day was marked, was the March 12, 2004, at 7 am. I remember it

was Luiz (Manoel) a very great friend of my family who took me to the hospital in

Barra da Tijuca. Just do not ask me the name of the hospital, because I do not remember

and I intend to forget it forever.

My girlfriend Ana Paula was already in the hospital and together with a good friend of

mine named Amanda. I know it now is 24 years or more. Are small friendships that

grow over time, in joys and sorrows. I was in the hospital, my mother, my father and my

dear grandmother Gina wistful. But forward you will know more of it, leave an hour I

keep alive the memory of their presence. All very tearful at the hospital, but had to keep

me going strong for everyone. It was my life and would not give up her ever. I said

goodbye and went to the operating room.

Laughs a lot, I talked with wonderful people, made my hair removal (shaving) with 8

different people and the time had come, went to the operation. Everything went very

well, because he was alive. Unfortunately we had some ups and downs in relation to

procedures, because I had an infection in points, went into depression and made the

worst test that a person could do, transesophageal echo, without anesthesia and in the

face and courage. But with great results, because there was the risk of bacterial

endocarditis. After 30 days in the hospital, I went home.

There were 4 months of much struggle, strong and agoniantes pain. But they soon

became in a brief reminder of what I had been through. Life must always be live to the

fullest.

"If you stay too long staring into the abyss, the abyss will look for you." Nietzshe

I was much downtime looking at a bottomless pit with no way out, aimlessly with

nothing. But I reergui and climbed through the rocks and crevices. Now I'm on top

again, stirring up my strength to climb higher than we ever would rise. I'm looking at

the staircase that goes to heaven. A sky full of great opportunities and obstacles, but

will overcome all. Do you know why? For my heart is huge in the eyes of the people,

and growing by the minute and second. That to me is a win to try and achieve. The

victory you have got out of depression to happiness.

Cancer My Wife

It was in late 2006, in 09/12/2006. It was a flower and a couple of groomsmen wedding.

Simple, however, objective and made with love. We had the idea of making a wedding

to history but a wedding done right in God's eyes. Fortunately our home was totally

complete, at least the room was the only thing missing, but the details were already

purchased and waiting for the arrival. It was a very beautiful wedding, made by a

deacon. At the end of marriage we received a Bible. At the end of five years, it rests the

hopes full of love, a couple posthumously ended by a cruel and cold disease.

Not afraid to speak the word cancer. I always see people hitting the mouth, staring eye

tail or not wanting to talk about it. It is a disabling disease like any other disease such as

a heart attack or a stroke or stroke (cerebrovascular accident or Stroke). So I do not

mete out effort to always say the right words and necessary for each disease.

Whenever we gathered friends to meetings indoors. We always had food, games, much

chat, drink and very sweet. It was a much watered party binge and a tidal wave of

medications to the stomach. In one of these parties, my wife went very badly and went

to a Italian Hospital, to treat motion sickness and malaise. The doctor had asked her to

attend to a gastroenterologist to check rectal bleeding and treatments to treat them.

In a few days we were taking the exam, where my mother was there to help if needed. I

knew it was a tumor but did not know whether it was benign or malignant. Something

told me that, as a powerful voice guide me into a dark room. We entered, we talked to

the doctor and soon began a review made by the patient's rectum, a completely evasive

examination. Some time later, still sleepy, he called me into his office and told me it

was a tumor and the disease would determine the degree of it. Unfortunately he thought

it was a malignant tumor. At the end of consultation, groggy with drugs, he told what he

had seen and asked to be immediately to a doctor who can not remember the name and

not make it a point to remember. Because I believe that he must have done something

very wrong during treatment the removal of tumors. Anyway, it was an unethical man

as a person and professional.

We await the exams be ready when I received the news that my grandmother was very

ill because he had had a third hemorrhagic stroke (cerebrovascular accident). A few

days later, when the examination of the results was ready, and she really was not sure it

was a malignant cancer in the intestine. Just then, my grandmother had died in São

Paulo, with some close relatives, including my father and mother present. Doing what:

mourn the death of my beloved grandmother in São Paulo or to force my wife living in

Rio de Janeiro. I had no choice to be made, except to give strength to the treatment of

Ana Paula. My grandmother had gone to God and knew it was a beautiful and

wonderful place.

Our families always hit it as far as possible. There we talked frequently, but were

always cordial and polite with both parties. On behalf of my mother, she spared no

effort to help in whatever way necessary, for mother of the Ana Paula thing was

reciprocal, but with caveats my person. Mother is a mother anywhere in the world and

we can not have the right to question certain aspects. But I would not like to comment

on these aspects in my book.

I remember once, during my heart surgery, I had said I would be at her side when she

needed. Unfortunately the time it was cancer. She never leaves her side and always

stayed until the last breath of his life.

I do not remember the date of the operation, but I believe it was very close to discovery.

She worked at a well-renowned Hospital in Rio de Janeiro and everything went

perfectly well. Only my wife was not well surgically because no standard surgery and

cause so many unbearable pain.

The first surgery she was hospitalized for 5 days. But she came home with severe pain

and without any plausible conclusion to this kind of conduct. We went back to the

hospital and she was hospitalized for over 7 days. Examinations were made and she still

complained of pain surgery. Doctors always said that this was a normal thing, the more

pain she felt were not normal. When people do any surgical procedure they improve

over time, but it just got worse. Again she went home and a few days later we went

back to the hospital. It was not normal for me to know that my wife felt pain and no one

did anything to help her. I already had called her doctors and told the absurd and

reckless way they were treating her, and there would be a negative response, wanted a

solution. She thousands of tests and found that there was a liver metastasis.

I was overwhelmed with how it happened. I do not know if it was a medical error,

hospital or anything that was. I felt powerless and unable at that time. A unique chance

to correct the mistake made was that the doctor told the news to her, it was done, but not

understood by her. I do not know if it was the pain, the drugs or the illusion of being

cured. A few days later, on the day of her chemotherapy, the doctor was plausible and

told of liver metastasis. A hard shock to a heart so hopeful. We scheduled surgery for

catheter and started the chemotherapy as soon as possible.

The first chemotherapy you never forget, right? It was something terrible for her and for

me. With a few hours of infusion, I saw his body deteriorating, joint pain, headache,

nausea and other terrible things. It was an unspeakable suffering, but she would with the

infusion pump to the house and after three days to withdraw infusion. A suffering that is

so fond of the person and love heart.

A few months passed and the tumors had begun to decline, but not quite. Her liver was

divided into the five large tumors and all impossible to be removed in surgery. More

tests were made and a complete surgery, they removed what they could from her liver. I

had already talked to the doctor about the possibility of his death, and he always

confirmed me the same thing. Possibility almost nil. This made me happy, and at the

same time sad and devastated to see a beautiful woman, perfect and good heart, fade

through a cancer that correi the soul, illusion and dream.

Our life was always full, even taking the health problems. Whenever we left and went to

bars at the home of friends and meetings in our humble residence. It was always a spree,

with games, food and booze. Unfortunately my wife could not drink, she also was not

much of a drinker, and even with all this was a spree such as laughed and had fun in

with the bullshit that everyone was talking about. She sometimes retreated to the

bedroom, with severe pain, but was part of the treatment. It was the fight that we had to

hang.

Over the years, the fight always getting worse, we find some other tumors, always doing

exams and treating as the disease progressed. Unfortunately she was going slowly, very

slowly and was certain possibility of death.

We had a funny episode during chemotherapy treatment. She thought she was pregnant.

My heart was the moon and returned within thunder. Like having a child in the state she

was in. But everything was debunked with a pregnancy test.

The last surgery was the implementation of an IUD. She had fibroids and needed to be

treated as soon as possible. Minor surgery was done and everything went very well. But

as the days passed, she began to get worse and worse knew it was an inevitable thing.

He was the doctor who implanted the IUD and the doctor thought it was time to go to

the hospital, she was not having weak to walk. I knew and she knew, somehow, that

was the last time our lives were going to have a happy ending.

Remember there was not spoken of my mother. But she was an exceptional person at

the end of his life. She was lucid and fully able to help me take care of her until the end

of its existence. Always listened to the doctors that the life of my wife, who was fading

and could not tell it to her. It was a death sentence that only I should know, she never

even though she knew he was going to another place.

Two days before his death, I talked to the doctor in the morning, about the possibility to

stay the last night with her, beside her and remembering the beautiful and wonderful

things we have achieved together. His answer was always no. But that afternoon he had

released me to sleep with her. It made me so happy and sad at the same time, it was our

farewell! I felt ungrounded! So devastated! At once I told her I would go home to get

some clothes and would soon return to the hospital, but that would be the only time I

find her lucid and able to spell a word. That shook me in such a severe way, but kept me

strong for the night I would have with it. I prayed a lot, all the saints and archangels for

the way it was in peace and without suffering.

The next day, I was so sad and totally unhappy, that a priest passed my bed and saw me

crying. He rocked me and asked if I could do an extreme unction, and I said yes. My

brother and sister were present. She was at peace and the doctor had already given a

medicine to ease her tension. In the afternoon it's gone forever.

"There are medicines for all kinds of diseases, but if these drugs are not taken in good

hands, wanting love, is not cured the most terrible diseases:. The condition of not

feeling loved" Mother Teresa of Calcutta

Words beautiful and perfect a perfect and kind woman. There is no other explanation

for so true facts and noble way. People want to be cured of disease, but the cure is not

on the pill you take, but the kind soul who handles. I was very careful in the face of

everything I gave to my wife. Medicines on time, food at the right time, lay down beside

you in times of pain and quietly prayed for his healing. I was a man of faith? Do not

know! I have no idea! I had the perfect woman beside me, saying I needed or not. I

remember that on the night before his death, she slept in peace and with the heart

slightly facing the sky. I held a Bible and read beautiful things and prayers that she

would never listen with your ears, but with an open heart for the love we felt for each

other. I read a quote that was said during our marriage and it made me strong for all. It

was: "Whoever hears these teachings and live in accordance with them is like a wise

man who built his house on the rock. The rain fell, the floods came, and the wind blew

hard against that house. But it did not fall because it was built on rock. ". Anyway, I do

not have more words and no strength to write. Only those who are loved, you know

what it is to be ...

Depression and Work

Depression is a very bad thing in the life of anyone. I did not know what was the

depression and the effects it provides our body. I felt, after her death, a void and nothing

could fill the gap she made me. Wake up thinking about her, did things thinking of her

and slept thinking of her. It was a very difficult time, I had to use a psychiatrist to try to

somehow solve this lack she made me.

After all, I still had to digest some things for me was not worth anything, but it was

something that needed to be done. No longer wanted the apartment, things that

reminded her, the car and all that could be applicant to weeping and sorrow. Everything

was passed to my mother in law and father in law, but with their proper legal powers

under the law.

I returned to work and began to fight and rebuild head back to the life that I still had. I

remember I started to go to college, worked too hard, always had some sites that

updated and was opening a small business. At 24 hours it was not enough for me. I

remember I arrived at work and always had two connected computers, the company and

mine. My college has always priority because he loved what he did, advertising, and

always got good grades. The sites always yielded me money and it was something that

was in my blood, I could not help but do. The company was almost closed, only needed

a signature. Then came my first stroke (Cerebral Valvular accident).

"If you feel bored when alone it is because it is in bad company." Jean-Paul Sartre

I feel alone: as a flower that dies falling out of a tree, lonely, empty and hopeless. But

she had hope when he was born, grew, bloomed, withered and fell in front of me. I am

full of friends, but friends are friends. In life we are always only for the life that goes on,

why we are born, we grow, mature, grow old and die. This is all a cycle to an end and

purpose. We have to mature our ideas, and expose to the world our ideology and belief

for humanity. I'm strong, too! Even if alone or not, fighting for life or not, I'm strong

because God made me this way and that's how I have to fight, fight and fight for a life

that believe and have faith that will come true.

My First Stroke

My first stroke, was difficult to write about something you really do not know or do not

understand at first. But I remember much and also remember people judging me as unfit

for life. It hurts so much, because I am not able and never will be.

My memory lapse is very limited when trying to describe how it happened. But I swear

I will try to write as much as possible of the things that happened. I remember this day I

went to the city center to sign my contract with my friend Rafael. I was excited and

could not wait to start putting forward the project of my life. I remember it was an

online internet and selling design, but just remember that.

I worked at the Maracana, one of the branches. As it was late, I took a taxi and went to

the City Centre to meet him and his accountant wife. How it was the way I went down

to the church Our Lady of Childbirth, to pray for my wife and grandmother, a very

typical habit in my life. I went to the chapel of the church and bought two candles and

went to the scene to light them. It was a beautiful moment, where I cried, I prayed and

asked that they estivem in a much better place than I am. I always thought so and

always think. Life is short, so we must always do the things that make us happy.

After leaving the church, a dark cloud has blocked all my thoughts. Who I was? Where I

was? Silly questions, but did not know at all, but nothing. I remember certain things,

like my friend for example, but did not remember his name. I found him in front of the

church, he asked me if it was okay, and I said yes. But rhetorical question because I do

not know if it was good or bad what was happening to me.

I followed him as followed an ant in the middle of a forest. We went to the notary to

sign the papers to conclude the business in question. I remember they gave me papers to

be signed, but did not remember my name, my address, age who had at last I could not

remember anything. My friend was a little scared me and he did not know what was

happening because it could be a momentary evil. He took my wallet to see your home

address because he knew I had a mechanical valve in the heart and had all the data

concerning the same and saw that he had enough money to take a taxi. He already had

called my parents and they already waiting for me at the door. When I arrived I did not

say anything. I lay down and slept for one hour.

I had headache problems? No. I had motor problems? No. I had nothing to accuse such

a serious problem. Unfortunately only knew sleep, watch TV and sleep again. My

parents were worried about me and went to a hospital, where he did not reveal anything

more about what happened to me. Unfortunately a hospital that did not have an MRI

was not a decent place to trust. They gave me four days of medical certificate and could

return to work normally.

I slept in those four days uninterruptedly, watching television sporadically. My brother

had arrived in Brasilia and came to see me and know what was going on. At once he

had realized my crooked mouth and did not say anything with anything, immediately

went to a hospital, it was a typical stroke table (Stroke).

Until now it was a stroke (cerebrovascular accident), but did not know if it was

ischemic or hemorrhagic. But knew it was a serious and difficult problem acceptance by

the general public. Unfortunately people dictate the rules, as something natural, as a

crippled person, with part of the body paralyzed and no future ahead. I found myself so,

that way, no future and no prospects.

I did several tests and passed several cardiologists to neurologists, and the diagnosis

was a stroke Ischemic due to an aortic valve clotting which was below 1 INR

coagulation (blood factor). My INR, should be between 2.5 and 3.5 coagulation. Always

managed to blood tests, but of fate, was totally out of control. I was hospitalized for 15

days between CTI and fourth, and was soon released from hospital.

It was a few months a lot of introspection. I did not know to talk, read, write and talk. I

thought that was the end of my life. I thought I could not be what I was and so little I

wanted to be in the distant future. I remember when I got home, my mother had become

my father, my father had become my mother, my dog was named chair and my brother

and my sister were strangers.

Each day that passed in my dark room and under the duvet, it was a moment that meant

nothing to me, because he had a television to meet my will. My money was in my

father's hand, but he was always clear and honest, left everything on the desk, as notes,

bills etc. But that did not interest me anymore.

My mood was bad, my memory was empty and my thoughts were completely torn

apart, the disease that had affected me. I remember my medicines were given in my

hand, but I did not know what was taking. Life becomes so empty when times as serious

and unresolved problem.

I started going to doctors as speech therapists, physiotherapists and psychologists. They

were boring moments for me, because I did not want to do any of that. I just wanted to

watch television and lie under my duvet. But I do not know why, I think something was

pulling me into the street and made me go at will, as if something made me see that it

all had a purpose, a plus or my life back.

Extremely difficult and hard moments, where the lack of interest was fully justified. But

the voice always said I was on track and could not let go never do these treatments

boring, but necessary.

I made a few months treatment for physiotherapy, which corrected my left cheek. My

speech therapist who dropped by my lack of interest. And my psychologist Dra. Angela

Israel, which was the great savior of my treatment, because without it I would not exist.

I am so grateful for all she did for me. She knew me before the disease then, and she

assured me that I would ever be 100% healed. But for that were difficult months,

treatments and boring conversations.

Once, during the treatment of stroke, my brother had called me to go to São Paulo for a

change of scenery. It was an incredible moment, because I needed it to try to make my

life make sense somehow. Were incredible moments because we knew museums,

shopping malls, restaurants and we were the first premiere of The Addams Family. It

was the first time I went to São Paulo, but it was a liberation that I needed to keep my

active life again.

Where did the urge to want to see the world. And then I called my friend Amanda to

know the Argentina. She had known the country, but the will to want to know a little

more of the world, was a new thing for me. I know it to 24 years or more, one dearest

friend and a very strong temperament. So much so that we get along so well. So we

bought the ticket, hotel, tours and travel. It was a beautiful and wonderful trip. I'll never

forget how good was this time outside Brazil: no parents, no brother, no doctors and no

nothing that could keep me prisoner before the fight I had in Brazil. Four days were

wonderful!

But I wanted more ... a trip mine alone and I did. He had already talked to my

psychologist about it and she agreed that I had the need to explore the world, I felt the

need to want to seize this moment. I bought a ticket to São Paulo and not regret

anything because it was a trip that made me grow and mature. My parents had a heart

attack, but could not do anything, it was my life that was being treated and evaluated for

myself. It was a wonderful trip and that freed me of corretes a disease for me, no more.

Soon after, travel to Curitiba, Santa Catarina, inside the Rio de Janeiro and all made me

grow exponentially and rewarding way. Always I talked to my psychologist about

Rodrigo who was inside me, before and after the stroke. The question was simple and

straightforward: Do you identify with Rodrigo before or after stroke? Always I said I

like Rodrigo I am now: a giant heart before the world. Always agreement and make the

following question: I am a happy or sad face on the world? The answer is happy for life.

"We can do no great things - only small things with great love" Mother Teresa of

Calcutta

It's so pure and true words of a noble-hearted woman like Mother Teresa. I wanted to

0.0001% of wisdom that divine woman possessed. But, I have the gift and the power she

had and has in the hearts of people. Do small things, but with love. That's the honest

truth and sincerity that a woman said to me. Always craved great things and tortuous

before I could perform them. But there came a woman: simple, uncomplicated words

and a simple way, which gave me a great life lesson. The words are great inspirations

to life. Are small projects, made with love, which changed the lives of so many people

who need and can leave the darkness of a hole full of hatred and anguish. I got over 4

times the dark holes that life has imposed me, full of negative words and void wills. But

I believe a word that brings a lot of hope in life: faith. If I had faith I have today for all

who live and believe, I'd still be in one of four dark holes and without hope.

My second stroke and heart operation

I remember like it was today, it was on January 19, 2013, the day of my wife's birthday.

Was it a sign? I think so. My life changed just when the first symptoms of the second

stroke (cerebrovascular accident). It was a mixture of panic and at the same time, I

knew what I should do. It was a repetitive and regular bid, like I was ready for that

moment. I felt the pain in his left arm, but discarded the possibilities that could be a

heart attack or a stroke (cerebrovascular accident). I went to the Rio D'or.

It was the home of a good friend of mine called Anderson, who took me promptly to

Rios D'or. Fortunately he did not leave my side in no time even when doctors were

present. I thank too the big heart help in such a difficult time.

I entered the Rios D'or, and said to the attendant who was having a heart attack.

Unfortunately, a person who had a heart operation and Ischemic Stroke, can not go a

minute without service code red. I was quickly led to an electrocardiogram and then to a

doctor who once me a battery and questions. The questions were simple, but the

answers were complicated for my head at that moment. I felt a sharp pain in his left

arm, but she had spent during the coming to the hospital. The memory was a little

confused, did not remember the name of the drugs, did not remember events that

occurred during my coming to the hospital, but I knew something was wrong and was

sure it would be the second stroke.

I was promptly taken to a bed, in front of the medical team that watched me intently. I

find it amusing stay in a bed readily turned to doctors who are always evaluating me. Of

course! They do not want me to have a heart attack or something, but I find it very

funny. It should be a standard hospital or something. Did X-ray, blood tests, echo

cardiogram and finally an MRI skull. The result came out and I was absolutely sure that

my sources were safe, I had a second Ischemic Stroke. As you have opened a vacancy

for the ICU (Intensive Care Unit), I called my parents and told them. Well, I need not

tell the drama of my mother to know he was in the hospital. I told my dad that could

come tomorrow, was ready to go up and that should solve the payment of my bills with

the INSS. Anyway, it was totally normal, full and absolute everything he did and ready

to fight again.

The next day I met the doctor in charge cardiological my case, talked and decided to

conduct a survey boring, but necessary, transesophageal echo. Well, for those who do

not know this examination is done through the throat to see the heart more inside, like

an endoscopy. In my case, it was really necessary to perform a second operation

because the blood clot was much worse and there was a risk of leaving the heart and

going to the brain. Anyway, God was not a wonderful person to me? I had the desire to

change the mechanical heart valve, a tissue valve. We discussed it among doctors and I

and tenths switch to organic valve. It operate again to 20 years, and will be one million

times faster is practical. I guarantee!

On the day of surgery, everything was done in the most perfect possible order. It was a

quiet and perfect surgery. I realized that much had changed in the two surgeries, and

there were things for the better. Points, surgery time, food etc.

In two weeks I was home with my regular pain for 3 months of operation, finally do

what. But I was alive!

"Intense Love is not assessed, only gives" Mother Teresa of Calcutta

People need both believe in love, because it would save the world. I do my part in order

to express myself and tell the truth that is in my heart. It is difficult, very difficult, but

nothing matters if what we say is pure and sincere heart. I do not want legions around

me, like a cult. I want to captivate people by the look, the expressions, the feeling of the

words and say that they can be happy. Everyone in this world can be happy. Just

enough to want! Then love, that's it ... I give myself completely. It makes me so great a

good.

Pacemaker

Whenever I walk through the forest of Tijuca, walked 10, 18 or 24 km a day in

Paineiras or Sumaré, walk trails by Parrot peaks and Tijuca and then do gym with

weight training, spinning, abdominal and stretching. Every day the same routine and

some time off to go to museums, cinemas or nothing to do, watching TV is good too.

But always connected to everything and everyone, like Instagram, Facebook and e-

mails. Despite help my fitness, I have to keep my projects I do with love, always at the

forefront of my life.

In my life, I always had misgivings, and always correct. One day and one night, I felt a

strong pain very strong head. I thought it was a pain to livestock, medicine and I passed.

But the next day I felt bad and no mood for anything. In the afternoon, after the bath, I

felt my face a little crooked. Fortunately I knew it was not very good. It would be a

third stroke? Quickly went to the Quinta D'or see what was happening.

As usual, I gave all previous detailing and historical problems that had already had. As

always, I entered an electrocardiogram and two doctors came to check out that I was

checking me. The beginning was a third stroke, but they were astonished with the

beating of my heart. Beats? Heart? What do you mean?

They explained that the beating of my heart should beat up 60 beats per minute, but my

rate were 30 beats per minute and falling. Would make exams as soon as possible of

heart, including those related to you celebrate and I was giving input to the ICU

(Intensive Care Unit Coronary).

Life fold each piece in us! Silly things become bad things and vice versa. How would

Fernando Pessoa, we have to have giant heart for the world. Coco Chanel said that we

have to head to think about how to perform. Cora Coralina, beautiful poet, said that we

must take heart and emotion in the simple things of life. I think so! I'm like this! I will

always be so!

So to think negative things I can think of positive things. All examinations were terrible,

but the reality of the things that came to me were such a profound energy, which could

not say I would not go out of that hospital alive. I would come out of there alive and

wanting my Tijuca forest again, with the green around me and my muddy feet.

My diagnosis was that of a CHB (Lock Atrio Ventricular Total). A beautiful name for

those who want to say that the heart is breaking. But it was true, it could stop at any

time. So the inclusion of the pacemaker. Unfortunately many hospitals, doctors and the

like get out of it. But this was the way to keep me alive. It was the icing on my cake was

missing!

Each doctor who passed and watched the monitors, were shocked by the vitality and age

I was and kept at each moment over my bed. I always distributed smiles, always said

good morning, good afternoon, good evening, thank you, nothing and other things that

Mom and Dad taught me. I was not a miracle or a warrior or a hero or anything like

that. I was there to keep my life except what might happen. But my plans were not death

but life.

A medical arrhythmologist cardiologist came to my bed and talked to me about the

pacemaker, and brought greater light on their symptoms and benefits. My only fear was

not able to exercise and walk my 15 to 24 km per day. But nowadays, many athletes do

this and participate in marathons. Then, the operation was confirmed.

I had the surgery on 02.12.2014 and on 20.12.2014, was walking in the forest of Tijuca,

only God and me, thanking him for all he had given me. Two months ago, I had

climbed the Path of Gávea, with a terrific team, "Trails of Rio de Janeiro." I have great

friends as Claudinho Silveira, Marcos Rabello, Paulinho Nurseries and others who

promote these trails at Rio de Janeiro. Even not knowing the problem that I had, they

were a colossal strength and up to the end with me. I saw the most widely read view of

all of Rio de Janeiro. Crying for something that has already passed! Butter even melted.

But it was the most spectacular rise and friends as noble and loyal.

"What did you what did you?" Jean-Paul Sartre

Sometimes I think about what I was and what I am. Bizarre comparison in relation to a

disease and various diseases that made me what I am today. Anyway, let the facts: it

could have been a successful person professionally or a sad person and defeated for not

doing more. I ignore these options, for I am totally averse as indeed I am. I never felt so

happy in my life, so much heart and soul and hope. I always had a positive response

from my psychologist about what I was and what I am. I will not speak in the past, do

not remember and I must remember. I remember I got this on the life and works which

have grown in life. God was a person who wrote beautiful things, but with letters

bottles, stunned and paradoxical way. But I am forever grateful for everything he wrote

and will continue writing, majestic and imperfectly. God is not the guy?

Tijuca Forest

I can not attempt to describe something that many saw few enjoyed and never

appreciated indeed. The Tijuca forest is a unique imagination for anyone, and it was for

me. The beginning of a life full of hopes and love with the heart.

One day you will see me climbing the Paineiras, Sumaré or large Tijuca peaks. Walking

my 10, 15, 18 or 24 km every day and always doing my famous academy.

I'm always uniform, with the shirt "My Story - Heart, Cancer, stroke and Pacemaker".

Many find it funny. But it is the pure and sincere truth. I won and still winning every

day, every hour, every minute and every second.

That to me is the sheer force of will that exists in the world and would not trade for

anything and anyone ...

"It is better to be silent and let people think you are a jerk wants to talk and end the

doubt." Abraham Lincoln

Sometimes I think just like that. I'd better keep quiet and let the doubt inflict on people's

minds. But I can not (laughing). It is much stronger than me. But for a well needed and

expose a bit to my life, some people need to know what happened to me. It's something

called, law of return. I think you know what it is? Anyway, the people who harvest the

plant, plant some more bad things and other plant good things. For me, it's always good

to talk to people who have reaped good results, it does me good. Now, those who

planted and not harvested little or nothing, I always help with a friend sentence. I

always have a phrase in mind for each situation. Some accept, reflect and others do not

care. Well, I'm here to help, only accept. My law of return is overflowing with joy and

happiness, so I'm always willing to help. Maybe you're not the next? Just warning you,

do not charge anything. It's free.

Our lives

I am so happy to tell something that had never put on paper in bottles letters and with a

touch of emotion and gratitude for so many people. It's such a relief to write something

so beautiful and wonderful that happened to me. It could have happened to anyone, but

hope to happen to me, it was something incredible. I had the heart to write things not

remember more and I'm sorry if you do not remember everything. Fortunately the focus

is always that, the simple truth of a true story. Always remember to return something

and write again, because the cycle never closes, it is continuous.

I came this little poem by Gonçalves Dias, who says: "My land has palm trees, | Where

sings Sabia; | Birds that sing here, | not sing like there ... ". This beautiful poem is the

truth I feel for Rio de Janeiro, for we can not have palm trees and thrushes as there are

here.

Whenever I walk by the immense and tortuous Tijuca Forest, bring me amazing

memories. I remember when I tried to remember a poem and frustrated me when I

realized that no longer remembered more. It was a poem made in third grade, many

would not remember, but I remember, but it was forgotten through my thoughts. One

day, climbing the forest, remembered as if it were something I knew and never would

forget. They were precious seconds and a joyful cry. Remember poetry so pure and

simple is beautiful too. A few seconds later, I forgot the sweet words of a verse again

forgotten by me. I remember it was on the water, about mermaids and treasure. One day

I remember with tenderness and affection that a beautiful poem deserves to have.

This is the end of my book, which tells a true story full of pride, love and peace. Hope

you enjoyed. Because I sure loved ...

"Patience is not only an energy." George Sand

Patience is such a powerful energy that we always have to have it in our hearts. I lately

do not have much patience with things that come up in my life, because I want to

yesterday and not for the distant future. But it takes a lot of patience intact and

refreshed every second. It gives me strength to continue taking my long journey of life,

for people who believe in my words of love and happiness.

Photos

Letters and Poem

The prose is what feeds the soul and the spirit. I hope you like my prose, as is done with

all the giant heart that I have.

"Being happy is for those who have courage." Dona Canô

Really happiness is something outrageous for me. I can not describe in words how much

it is beautiful. Being happy is for those who can and have the courage to say it so as

singular and unique to the listener. Dona Canô, you were a brave person. Amen to you

...

"Recreate your life, always, always. Remove stones and plant rose bushes and makes

sweets. Resumes." Cora Coralina

I recreate my life constantly! Like them come beautiful things and them came the most

beautiful things yet, and everything is transformed into something wonderful. Life is a

lesson to be displayed every second. We can not let life settle and be simple spectators

of their own will. We must be the people who make our own orchestra. That's life being

lived. My life, I've traced. And you?

"More hope in my footsteps than sadness on my shoulders." Cora Coralina

In my footsteps there are no sorrows. Only count on the joys that life gives me and

nothing else. For lead sorrows, if I can live intense joys. The slumped shoulders before

my annoyances, do not exist in my tired back, disillusionment. I'm an expert, but we

have to live them more and become strong in front of their disappointments. So I always

say that the legs are the trajectory of our existence. For without them, would not live

and not gozaríamos of a pure and divine beauty, which is a walk without additional

weights on their shoulders.

"Do not mourn what might have been lost and astray and never came back." Cora

Coralina

Life leads us to wrong paths always, throughout his life. We must have the manhood to

know which path to take. Always I had a peculiar thought regarding the paths to be

plotted. I remember with great nostalgia, of a conversation I had with my wife. It was

late at night, a starry sky, beautiful by the way. We talked about ways to follow, before

giant and enormous obstacles that we should take. However, we should follow the right

road together. I always said the same thing: we have two paths to be followed. One was

the shortest route, and may be faster, but more uncertain. The other was the twisting

and winding path full of obstacles, but this would be the walk that would lead to

happiness. We take the second path. Unfortunately death was right for her, she had died

of cancer. Unfortunately we had no solution. Continued following the same path,

tortuous, full of heartbreak, full of regrets overcome, full of dark caves, where I stayed

for a long time. But the sun shone and a voice came saying I was on the right track.

Even cross the same winding road, but with much more joy and love in the heart. These

are feelings that always learn from our parents and grandparents. I swear, free and

open heart of sorrows, I am very happy. They are clean in his teachings.

"One must first find, then cut to reach the naked flesh of emotion." Claude Debussy

I found the naked flesh of emotion a few times in my life. It is a pitiful sight, but felt it

was necessary to get to the point where I was. The excitement did not exist and modesty

did not shake anymore. Why get to this point in life? Do not know. I think it was a point

that I needed to go. But time heals all wounds, especially the shattered and destroyed

emotion. Today I am a young man, full of vigor and impeccable high spirits. I believe

very much in pain that inflicts us for life, but not for the sheer pain of fact, but the

maturity we build.

"Poetry is both a cache and a speaker." Nadine Gordimer

Poetry, the simple poetry of an old or a new writer, is a wonderful thing in the ears of

educated people with heart and soul. It would be hypocritical to say that poetry should

be told to the four winds and stimulated to know every child? Yes I think. I have full

conviction that poetry yes, gross or not, should be estingada and designed the little

heads of every human being. It would be good a speaker, giant and the size of a

building. So everyone would know the poems we hide under the heart.

"All that is unknown is considered by magnificent." Tacit

Nothing is so beautiful as the love we feel for the people helpless health and soul.

Unfortunately people do not remember the basic meaning of life, which is health. The

aim of this site is to promote the health above all. I'm not ashamed to tell my cases and

say how much it was hard for me to get out of where I was. Were over 10 years a lot of

fight, a lot of pain, a lot of bad feelings and despair inaudible to you, but torture for me.

However, I had the chance to fight and see that life is filled with joy and will to live. To

lie for nothing and not get up and get a little sun! I think the very people who need help

or families who need support. I wonder how hard it is to know you have a disease, but

the cure is denied, denied by the taxpayers themselves, not just the government. I am

sad to know that bad things that speak of diseases that are fully cured or have a decent

treatment for survival, are forgotten. Today, I remembered Fernando Pessoa, that went

like this: ". I have in me all the dreams of the world" I have this dream of helping and

welcoming people who need help, who need wisdom or who need a friendly hug. It does

not hurt! Not really hurts! This feeds the soul and the heart of who makes it happen.

Think about it...

"If someone searches for health, asks first whether it is willing to avoid in the future the

causes of disease; otherwise, refrains you to help him." Socrates

The disease is one of the saddest things that exist. I do not judge a toothache with

terminal cancer. The pain is the same, every human being reacts in adverse ways. Some

may be sad, shaken, tearful etc. But pain is pain. I know how difficult it is going through

a cancer in the family, my wife lived it and I lived it too directly. Tristíssimos were

moments, though were moments of extreme and invigorating laughter. As well, you

laugh with his wife at such a crucial, between life and death? Of course! We can never

stop living and be happy the way life takes us. Fortunately, our house was attracting

many dear friends and wonderful people. Always going on Friday or Saturday and

returned on Sunday. It was a will of savory, sweet, drinks, games etc. It was the life that

I could provide for her, a life of joy and love with your best friends. Everyone knew of

malignant tumors and did not care about that. Only her presence was enough to keep

the beautiful, serene and full of peace house. I do not know if I said her name, I think it

hid this information not to further expose your beautiful memory. His name was Ana

Paula, beautiful, strong and fearless character like never saw. She had no measures to

nothing, if want to dance, dance. If you wanted to get out, get out. If you wanted to

drive, driving. The effort to live, came naturally and the will to live was always exposed

and never contained. We had many fights, various operations, hospitalizations, tests,

medicines, but always with a broad smile and will always be what she was, happy! I've

always had a very famous phrase, which went like this: Whenever my, always yours,

always our ...

"Sometimes things just are what appear to be no big deal." Charles Bukowski

Am I crazy? I do not know if I am. Only following a path that I think fair and honest

with me and the people who need me. It can be crazy or not, but I think both things that

follow my journey and that open doors as expeças. I believe in things as they should

come naturally. I'm not a crazy, swept in unclean hair, knocking on doors, looking for

something to say. I seek an identity for my life, one truth to my life and simple harmony

of all the facts. That to me, is not madness but facts to be plotted and perpetrated on the

world. World so huge! I wanting to embrace the whole world. I think I reached the

beginning of the question. I'm not crazy, not just wanna hold one person at a time.

"We're all going to die, that circus! That alone should cause us to love each other, but

do not." Charles Bukowski

We will all die. Indeed! Arguably is a natural process, biological and morally fit to any

judgment. Only that people should love more, kiss more, hug more, do a lot of affection

and other well-catchy things. But people do not do any of that. Fortunately I am a small

and poor little poet who lives the illusions of other large and perfect writing masters

and knowledge. It taught me a lot to think about and understand how much life is short,

and worthless be disappointed with such small matters. I think always great, always in

a great mood, so I can see how much I am happy and intend to bring this happiness to

other people. That's the way I want to grow, live and die in a normal way. However,

joyful in the eyes of people who believe or IRAM believe in my words, in a very distant

future.

"The most annoying in love is that it is the type of crime that requires an accomplice."

Charles Baudelaire

I hate love! Always complicate me with acts as simple and complex. Simple, why to

love, do not need anything, just a love match. It would be so nice if we all had a key,

and it could find a love reciprocated between two hearts. It would be the perfect love!

But perfect love, is the exception. The complexes, complexes loves, these are totally out

of context and out skillfully diagram. Fortunately we have something to control our

anxiety among complexed hearts: calm. Yes, it really is the search for love I speak with

all and absolute reason. Today, it is difficult to find people who consider themselves

able to love, to relate, to know, to take a chance, however small. I think too much in

relationships I've had, and I see that learned a lot in every situation. I am very cautious

in love someone, but if love is forever. So let's not get simple and complex love for our

lives. Let's just look for the heart that beats for each other.

"A dead soul is a completely conformed soul." Charles Peguy

I do not believe in souls that are supported only on a knife edge or conformed not to

exist. The soul is everything in a person's life. I have a wonderful soul, full of a lot of

hope and full of joy. People who delude themselves and say they are shaped, are

completely wrong. Every human being has a soul, sad or happy. Why not bring your

soul for happiness, for harmony of good friends and prejudice-free. Life would be a

perfectly human thing, before all that happens in the world. I think the people who do

not have a pious soul and lacking affection. Unfortunately there are people who go

through problems, and these problems always have a solution. Imagine a child with

cancer, about one adult to die without a heart, people with strokes, strokes and even a

deep depression. They are horrible and unimaginable things to human eyes. I went

through all this: I had two open heart operations, had two are celebrating stroke, deep

depression, I put a pacemaker and also suffered with cancer my wife. Now I ask you a

single question: My soul was dead on the conformity of life? At all, he has always been

and always will be alive before any sacrifice that I will spend in the future. I do not

think that my life will be a bed of roses or flowering with orange trees. Unfortunately I

will have to operate again, again and again, until God calls me. It makes me sad and

unhappy with the soul resigned to living like this forever? Of course not! I will have

several surgeries to exchange battery for pacemaker and I will have two more open-

heart operations to switch the valves of my heart. Thank God I have the strength to fight

and courage to do what I want. Now I ask you a question: And you, my friend and

friend, you have a soul formed before the wonder that life can provide? Sorry, but you

really need much talking to someone and see that everything, absolutely everything, is

well worth living.

'' ... If you live judging people, have no time to love them ... '' Mother Teresa

I would have no more love to give people? Does my love is as empty as the cold wind of

winter? Does my thoughts about love are dry and arid as the summer of the Sahara? I

do not know and do not answer this question so difficult for me right now. I'm sure the

love I feel for the people is huge, the size of the world, but do not feel well today.

Because? I had a wonderful night's sleep and the pillow's side, was the most beautiful

person and without malice at heart, my dog called Pitty. In fact, it is Brand Pitty, called

for my wife. Anyway, do what! I woke up in the morning like I always do and I asked the

question to God: I want to be happy or sad today? I had a definite and as little

conclusive answer to this day. I was always so happy, happy, happy, kind, affectionate,

human and many other things that matter to me. But now, I am nothing. No one wants

an empty body, among other empty bodies walking around without feelings and soul.

Did Mother Teresa could help me answer my question of love? Just seeing the lovely

smile, I feel thrilled. But what the love I feel, where is it? I do not know, I have no idea

and I swear it is not under my pillow.

"It has always remember that skin wrinkles, the hair becomes white, the days turn into

years, but most importantly does not change: your inner strength." Mother Teresa

People age. Become more vivid and less vivid. Become more mature and less mature.

Become less wrinkled and more wrinkled. Become happier and less unhappy. We could

for thousands of situations that happen to a person from a young age and old age itself.

I do not know if I'm getting old, with my white hair, my unshaven and wrinkles

appearing between the eyes. I know I'm getting mature and aware that the world

belongs to the older, but old exacerbated maturity. I know the word exacerbated, may

contain something more exaggerated or something that has increased exponentially.

But I do not say in this sense, but in the zeal of projection that we have to have with the

people around us and the world in front of us. Thank God, I am a mature person,

exacerbated, exaggerated and happy with my controversial aspects. However, that is

not? I write what I think, what goes through my heart and so maintain a healthy

dialogue. We become happier people from now on, always taking follow with a pinch of

love, hope, joy and happiness. This is what is lacking to make the world more human.

Please, let's forget the diseases. I have thousands of health problems, I am more happy

and content, what matters and that is what makes me happy.

"All human beings have extraordinary desires. There are times when you rejoices with

things, others in which they grieves over. The ups and downs are part of life of each.

The most important in this life is to do something that is beneficial to others. You must

truly have an altruistic attitude:. This is what gives meaning to life "Dalai Lama

I was being totally beneficial to my own reason. I was not thinking of others, only me.

This attitude was wrong, selfish, harmful myself. How can I think about being

something I'm not. All human beings are extraordinary in their own way, and we have

to be rejubilados on the good things and sad, in their moments of high and low spirits.

The meaning of human existence, is given in control of true meaning of life, which is

true love.

"This is my simple religion There is no need for temples;. There is no need for

complicated philosophy Our own brain, our own heart is our temple;. The philosophy is

kindness." Dalai Lama

Kindness is the most natural thing in a religion. I am Roman Catholic Apostolic, and

within my religious views, I am a Espiritism well. I know that many people make of their

God and their own divine person. I believe much of it, each with their religion and

living in peace with each other. This is all coming goodness of people's hearts. We can

not believe that only "reading" is what you say. For philosophy comes from within and

each, in a spontaneous interpretation of life and faith. The philosophy is kindness that

we carry within us and we make it to expand to others in a natural and simple way. I

wish I could say nice things to people. But people need to be open to accept and

understand my words, for they are mine. The interpretation of the listener, comes from

the philosophy of those who live and believe. We will accept things as they are:

learning, teaching, and taking care saying. This is the best wisdom that exists within

every religion.

"Being happy is to stop being a victim of the problems and become an author of history

itself. You know talk about himself. It is not to be afraid of your own feelings ..."

Augusto Cury

I am a victim of my own history and I do not want people to think I'm a poor guy. I am

worthy of respect and desire respect from anyone. I'm not a patient! I am a person alive

and spontaneous character, latent and sure I have much to offer. I know I'm not a great

writer, but what I do brings benefits to the poor and needy and bring humanity to those

who need love and care. I do not walk the Paineiras, Sumaré and Picos why I like, why

do I want to feel the need to be worthy of honorable adventurers. I like to feel the

adrenaline in the heart and the blood pounding through my arteries. I love to take

picture, because that keeps me alive and full, this is something wonderful to see and feel

the green in the pictures. I enjoy writing, why the ideology and the sincerity of each

writer, makes me mature and grow as a person every second. I do not write for me, but

for people who feel the excitement that spring from my heart. They may have errors or

Portuguese grammars failures, but the text does not come from my subconscious, but

the bowels of a brave and fearless heart. I have my projects in media around the world,

not only in Brazil, because I believe that I speak and write, should be read by anyone.

I'm writing a book about my life, telling sad stories, but human and real, that can make

a person cry with emotion. Following now for volunteering: a challenge. I can really

change the way of thinking and acting, and I know I will learn a lot from the stories that

I will listen and absorb. That's my little life, running and full of obstacles, which drive

very well and of itself and capable way. Unfortunately I can not take a course, as there

are neural interfaces that prevent me, but I'm trying to get them back. Unfortunately

nothing is so easy and simple in life. My psychologist always asks me whether I want

the life I had before. I always answer: to live life as it should be lived. This is me,

cheerful, loving, happy and able to embrace the world. So, my dear friend, I'm not a sad

person, much less bitter suffering. I am a free person, and able to jump delta and

paragliding.

"The award by a well-made thing is to have it done." Ralph Waldo Emerson

Always we deserve an award before the conquest achieved. But that prize would that

be? Gold for first place. I do not believe it and so little believe we have awards to be

achieved, if not dedicate ourselves even more to the purposes we deserve. Life is short

and it should be lived intensely and fully before any victory. We need many people

capable of doing good and not achieve a prize at the end of each day. This is the fight

that I have with myself, because awards are not enough me. I want to see the smile,

mischievous, a child with cancer in remission. That smile has no prize!

"What we call sin in others, for us is experience." Ralph Waldo Emerson

The experience of life is a magnificent thing. I wish I could have the life experience of

many years ago. But it comes with time, with the problems and the solutions obtained in

this arduous route. I grew up a lot over the years and were extremely perilous times, but

with an invaluable life value. Are the experiences that we must always to test and

enhance the victory that we must always achieve.

"Whenever you can, talk of love and with love for someone. It's good in the ears of those

who hear and soul of the speaker." Sister Dulce

For some time now I do not write about love or happiness. I do not know if I lost the

tone or gave time to the things that make me so well. Honestly I do not know what

happened, but I'm here to try to correct my mistake and be able to write about the most

beautiful thing in the world, which is love. The words of Sister Dulce is living proof that

love is such a beautiful and complex gift, only who knows intende.