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There’s a story by a very famous Brasilian writer and it goes like this: “Once upon a time in a village the doctor that took care from the psychiatric hospital decided that the method used to decide if a person is crazy was inacurate. Noticed that the bar was subjective. How can you know how much madness is mad enough? So he decided to change the bar. From that day on anyone that used bad words was considered mad. Anyone that spoke in a loud voice was concidered mad. Anyone that would drink or do any unhealthy thing was considered mad. Why not? Any sane person would prefer to have a good health. So after six months every person that lived or passed by the village was locked in the psychiatric hospital. The Doctor wondered about that situation and decided that if this matter is so subjective it was impossible that everyone but him were mad so he was the one who was mad and he decided to release everybody and lock himself.” I used this little tale of a great importance to wonder about today’s life and what could be called madness. All my conclusions point to the theoty that we all live in a giant mad house and that’s why there is no need to lock anyone. People are so intenselly caught in their day to day activities doing everything as it was the biggest emergency in the world that they don’t stop to look at each other and realize that’s pure madness. We are living too fast and too worried. Too Stressed and too scared. Too cold and to far from other people. Too ocupied to enjoy the little things. I guess when we stop we realize it’s already late for a change of plans. That’s why i remembered this little tale so we can wonder what is too much and think about looking a little bit to ourselves…

I’ve been sick a couple times in my life. Most of you probably got sick a few times. Some of you as me got really sick with something that could change your history. To me it was testicular cancer. A kind of cancer that is not really agressive so it all depends on how long did you have it for. It’s totally controllable in most cases. Of course i talk about it much more easily today three years from the discovery of it. At the time i had to extract the right testicle out and i also did a couple sessions of chemotherapy. It was not as simple as i’m describing. There’s a huge process you must accept and lots of changes in your life. Days turn into weeks and you are at the hospital looking at the window. You feel like that kid that is sick and can’t play outside. You wonder what are people doing all around and in a way you hope to be outside again. As you watch all the procedures you think of things you want to do and that is really comforting. You believe all is temporary and what makes you remember that is the windows. There are always windows for you to see the world outside. Now i’m again outside that window. Making my story and taking care of the time i have on this planet keeps me busy. In a couple years i’ll be totally out of danger but i still check in every 3 or 6 months depending on the results. So far so good. It will never be the same because i’ve been inside and every time i see that window it makes me want to be outside more and more. Those who never looked inside don’t understand what it means to be out. I really hope they never understand but for me it was positive. And i lived to tell that to you guys.

The films “21 grams” mentions a research showing that a person in a scale will loose 21 grams just after the moment of death. A supposition coming from this result implies that the soul or what makes us humans weights then this 21 grams. The weight of our souls. I try to imagine why someone would do an experiment like this and i wonder how many important discoveries were made in science. I also wonder how society chooses the way to use these discoveries and the consequences of that. I saw my grandmother suffering so much. She stayed in the hospital four months before her death with no chance of survival. The machines and techniques of the hospital were powerful enough to “give’ her four extra months of life. Four months of pain. I know many cases like this and i’m not using my granny to get your support. It’s really an example and many of you may know others just like this. The fact is that she was deformed because of the liquids in her body. Se had huge wounds on her back from being in the hospital bed for a long time. She had a machine to breath for months so she could not eat or speak. And then she died. I don’t know if i’m wrong to say that but to me looked like they tortured her for four months. I know doctors have the obligation to do whatever they can and the family would never buy the idea that just letting it go could be better but to me that looked like a bad ending. When you have a great love and it finishes you want to preserve the good things about it so you end before all you can remember is negative. She left life hating it and spending a lot of time asking to die with no answer. She probably have terrible memories from life she took with her. Those 21 grams don’t want to ever come back to this life and all of this is a benefit from our advanced society and it’s medicine. I really believe in advance and i really believe in medicine. I have to thank medicine for been alive right now but in my point of view the moral codes doctors found to practice their profession are really wrong. There should be a point where keeping a person alive with pain and no hope is plain wrong. A moment when machines should be turned off. Some kind of respect for those 21 grams that means so much to some. I know it’s a hard task to ask for those left behind but their time will arrive too and if is like they say and “death is not the end” we are sending many souls to heaven’s shrinks!!!