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My name is Ricardo Mendoza Albuquerque. I am thirty-six years old.
A little over a year ago, I watched the woman I loved die in a hospital bed.
Her name was Claris.
She was thirty-four.
Cancer took her from us in six brutal months.
Before that, I had believed money could solve almost anything.
I was the founder of Mantec, a technology company that had grown faster than I ever imagined. By the time I was thirty-five, the company was valued at more than one billion reais.
I owned a mansion in Morumbi, luxury cars, properties I rarely visited, and bank accounts large enough to make most problems disappear.
But cancer didn’t care.
It didn’t care about my company.
It didn’t care about my money.
It didn’t care how many doctors I could afford.
And when Claris died, I discovered something I had never understood before.
There are problems money cannot even touch.
