RESISTANCE - Why do bad things happen to good people?

Law of Murphy

You will have to resolve it, whatever the cost, as we are already committed, my friend. I will be your friend until the last day of my life. And to wrap it up, your girlfriend stopped by the campus looking for you.

Coincidentally, I arrived early and was the only one in the room, when she came up asking if I knew you. What a beautiful and great person she is. I told her that as soon as Barbara came to São Paulo, I would make sure that she met her. And she replied that they would be great friends."

Congratulations! I will cheer for you a lot. Now I know why you look good."

So. We said good night and, when I entered my room, I cried like a child. It was my best friend saying that it was not my fault. I just had to reflect.

But something also caught my attention when I remembered what he said at the end:

"I will be your friend until the last day of my life".

Why did he refer to his life and not mine?

Good! If this is the best phase of my life, may God not allow me to know the worst.

I went to sleep and the other day I woke up with a feeling of lightness and responsibility.

The Resistance is relentless. It is a force that makes us smaller than what we came into the world to be. And I would have to fight it every day.

When I get to my desk, my boss calls me and says he wants to have a serious conversation with me.

I thought:

"Now this! I will be fired. Better, dismissed, because an intern has no formal contract."

I went there trembling, because losing an internship was what I feared the most.

His office was huge and looked like a library. Full of business books.

I sat looking directly at him, without fear.

"Nilo, you're a good man. We like you. We'll give you a chance as an analyst."

I didn't believe it. I was finally hired. Now things got serious.

And I would have to try as hard as possible. I would study and work as a locomotive. I would be the best in everything.

In the last year of college, many students were already employed.

Most subjects are offered at night, which facilitates the hires.

I ran to the share house to tell Angelo. When I reach the balcony, I hear a loud Heavy Metal sound coming from his room. I didn't want to disturb him, but it was unusual, since it was he who fought most for silence at the share house.

Something very good had happened. It was a celebration.

It was a holiday Friday and we still hadn't met. When he turned off the stereo and went to the balcony, I asked:

"Hey Dico! What happened? You're all happy, making noise."

"I was hired. Now I'm a bank risk analyst, although with this crisis, I don't know how long ..."

I was just as or happier than him. I couldn't help myself. I approached him:

"Dude, congratulations! I'm very happy for you. When was it?"

"Yesterday. My manager said I was fit for the job. In times of crisis, I thought it was fantastic."

"You are fantastic. They don't want to lose a guy as good and special as you."

"Ahahaha! Fine! I think it was to cut costs, you know. The position was occupied by someone with good experience."

"Know! You are already talking again, doing the humble and poor thing. At this stage, only those who will make a difference in the crisis are effective. And they saw it in you, obviously. Now, it's my turn to tell you: I was also hired."