I look at this photo and the first thing that comes to mind isn’t the pain, but the miracle of being alive. I am Cláudio, and that man there, lying among wires and tubes, is me. Or rather, it was the version of me that fought the most important battle of my life.
I remember the day my life changed, even before I understood what was happening. My name is Cláudio. I was always a simple man. I worked hard, laughed easily, and believed I had many years ahead of me. I was not rich, not famous, but I had something more important — people who loved me. … Read more