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nightas If they were in their own quarters on Earth.Next dawn brought with it a new pieces of information thatwould only add to their already puzzled faces. First they realized the nighthad lasted about twelve hours, then they noticed the sun was moving apparently fromEast to West, which made them go back to their survival kits and grab theircompasses. They were only half surprised when they realized the magneticorientation of this planets magnetic field was similar to Earths. Elana, is it only me or this planet does look exactly likeEarth?Well Tony, I am asking myself this very question for thelast hours. But I have checked all communication channels and I get nothing onthe radio. So, it is possible, yet unlikely, that we just happened to find aplanet that is a copy of Earth somewhere out in space. But I believe we havesomething a little more important and urgent to do just now. Those corpses willstart to rotten too quickly under this sun. We need to do something about themas soon as possible.I know. And I have been thinking about it, for we need tomake sure we both remove them from here and also salvage as much as possible ofthe ship for our use, replied Tony while grabbing the toolboxes from the shipsmaintenance bay.What do you propose Tony?Well, first of all I dont think it is viable for us to carrythose 150 plus corpses around. Since the ship is still functioning I believe wecould do the following: first we blast a hole into the sand with our plasmacannons, then we remove the center panels part of the lower hull of the cargobay, fly the ship atop the hole and we dump the corpses into the hole. What doyou say?Sounds like a smart idea. But what if we attract attentionsfrom whoever is the owner of this planet?Good point. I had not thought about it. You are right!recognized Tony, but at the same time, we cannot afford getting rid of thewhole cargo compartment. It can be used as shelter I we need.True indeed! So, I think we better get going with diggingand pushing corpses manually then, grinned Elana, and double time soldier, wehave no time to waste!So they spent the next two days digging and burying corpses whilekeeping an eye on the horizon, on the communication instruments and on themovements and sounds from the vegetation line. They barely noticed anythingother than some bird-like creatures flying high on the sky. They were luckyalso for there were plenty of supplies food and water - to last for weeks.Done! This was the last of the poor souls, said Tony whilesitting on a sand mount with his whole body covered on sweat, what now Elana?I say we rest Tony. It seems this is a reasonably safeplace and we are drained. We wont achieve anything if we dont allow ourbodies and minds to rest a bit before thinking about next steps.Agree.Then they slept for the next thirteen hours and wereawakened by a huge tropical storm that crashed down upon the ship. Tony, we do need to try and find out
where we are. We cannotstay put waiting for anything to happen.True. We need to get back the control over this situation.What do you suggest we do?Well, first of all I would like to test the environment inmore details. Like checking the water, the plants, some of those insects andall else we could put our hands to, spoke a very serious Elana.Seems adequate. On my side I would really love to fly a bitand look around. None of the radars has picked up anything that appeared toolarge or to be moving, so I believe we are in a reasonably safe place and wecan risk flying a bit to gather some more information. What do you think?I think it is reasonable. And if need be, we do have theships weapons still in good shape. Also, the reactor is intact and will provideus with power for a veeeery long time.So, lets get to it right now.They spent the next two weeks like two very focusedscientists, making observations, annotations, discussing possibilities,scenarios and theories. Every single piece of information they collected ledthem to that unbelievable discovery.Elana, I dont think we can avoid it anymore. We have toaccept it and live with it, said Tony while looking to the horizon and holdinghis knees by the bonfire, it is the only explanation and it makes completesense.I know Tony, but how is it possible? We had everythingproperly mapped!You said that yourself Elana, once we enter the wormhole wewill never be off-course, but if anything goes wrong with the wormholegeneration before we get inside of it, we are doomed to be god-knows-where,and we have checked the navigation system and we both agree it is damagedbeyond repair.I KNOW TONY! I KNOW! cried Elana, but this is too surrealto be acceptable. An error in the generation of the wormhole could send us toone of the infinite possibilities of space-time coordinates, and we wouldalways be able to go back right away in case we ended up in the wrong place ortime, if only our navigation system was intact. But it is statisticallyimpossible for us to have ended up exactly back on Earth. I mean, back on 50,000-year-ago-Earth.IT IS IMPOSSIBLE!!!!!Elana, it is as possible as any other destination, and youknow it!I KNOW I KNOW. I JUST CANT BELIEVE WE ARE STUCK HERE. Forever... said Elana while falling into an uncontrollable sobbing.Tony knew better than trying to argument statistics or anyother scientific principle with her at that moment. She was desperate. He wasdesperate. They knew they were stuck there. Forever. Doomed to be alone on a 50,000years younger Earth. He hold her in his arms and there they spent their next night,tightly holding each other. No words were spoken. No ideas were conceived.There they stood, realizing they were to be alone in a very unfamiliar Earth.Days passed. Weeks passed. Months passed and they were nowaccepting their situation of hostages on an unknown place. They filled theirdays with studying their environment and building what one could name as a villa.Time went by and they started to be more and more certainthat they were alone. Their reconnaissance flights
took them thousands of milesfrom their original landing point which they chose as home just to showthem that apart from insects, mammals, small reptiles and birds, they were theonly other living animals around.Their villa became a very beautiful place. One could evenassume they were living on a Tropical Island Resort, for they were able tobuild really beautiful and useful housing, furniture and other minor luxury andcomfort items, for they had both the knowledge and the tools to help them. Foodand water was no problem and with their survival kits, and their cutting edge(future Earths) medicines and healing devices, they were fairly safe on thehealth side too.After some one year they had already finished their villaand they chose to build a very opulent main gate to it they could not explainwhy they had built fences and gates when they felt safer than they had everfelt in their lives, but that seems to be a human thing to feel safer when oneis surrounded by strongholds. Theyfinished the main gate about the same week they found out Elana was pregnant. For it comes as no surprise to anyone that two good looking humans alone in atropical paradise will end up in love. ESPECIALLY when those are the only twohumans around.The gate was beautifully crafted out of wood and held atopof it one of the side panels of their ship, where the prefix of the ship was beautifullypainted in large grey lettering GRDN-3D3N.To make the occasion even more important, Tony surprisedElana and gifted her a very beautiful crib he crafted out of palm leaves which he learned to woven pretty well during the past year -- to which he addedtwo wooden panels, one to which side, both portraying a beautifully carvedheart. In one of the hearts he left a space to add the baby boys name once theyagreed on it, for he wanted to name the boy Abel while Elana insisted on Cain inside the other heart he carved his and Elanas initials like any teenagecouple in love would do on Earth:ADM&EWE
chancechance is the ruler of allwe all love to think we are in controlwe all love to think our decisions actually matternewsflash! they dont matterhow many good, smart, capable people have made good choices but are not in a good situation?how many lame, stupid, useless people have made lousy choices and are in a good situation?the illusion of control....we all live in "a brave new world", only with broader/ overlapping casts alphas ranging from alpha to gamma, but a cast nonethelessah! the great examples: Jobs, Gates.... outliers!!! statistically expected casesno great decision would have made Jobs the Jobs we all know had he not been given to adoptionno great Gates would exist if he had been born a few years before or aftercontrol? an illusionchance! a fact.... a sequential never ending combination of factssimply chaos and the butterfly effect in actionand we still pat ourselves on the backand think so highly of our decisionssilly ussilly self centered us Ele ficou la.Sentado, com os olhos marejados e um olhar cansado. Como pedira a todos osoutros presentes, restava agora apenas ele naquele campo verdejante. Essa era aultima coisa que ele poderia fazer por ela. Esperar e ver o ultimo grao deterra ser despejado em sua sepultura. Nao havia nenhuma ilusao em sua mente, elesabia nao haver uma vida apos a morte e que ela ja nao mais existia. Mas elefazia aquilo para ele mesmo. Para sua propria paz ficou ele ali sentado porhoras a fio. A unica coisa que passava por sua mente eram as lembrancasdaqueles ultimos dois meses.Estavam eles no meio do oceano Pacifico, em seuveleiro, como por muitas vezes ja o haviam feito. A tempestade se aproximava,mas a eles nao preocupava, pois nao seria sua primeira tempestade. Fizeramtodos os arranjos necessarios; prenderam todos os itens soltos; baixaram eamarraram todas as velas e fecharam todas as escotilhas. A tempestade chegoucomo chegam todas as tempestades. Vento, chuva, raios, trovoes. Mas em umpiscar de olhos o que era uma tempestade havia se transformado em um furacao etudo em seu mundo comecou a ser destruido. Sua unica lembranca clara se referea seu reconhecimento, e aceitacao, de que aqueles seriam seus momentos finaiscaso nao tomasse alguma acao imediata. Ele tomou a decisao de que precisavam sair do veleiro se quisessem sobreviver.E assim o fizeram. Vestiram seus trajes de sobrevivencia, carregaram o botesalva-vidas com os kits de primeiros socorros e de sobrevivencia e conseguiramsair do barco antes que esse se partisse e se encaminhasse ao fundo do oceano.Ele nunca entendeu como conseguiram sobreviver a um furacao com ventos e ondasfortes o suficiente para rachar o casco do seu veleiro. Mas eles sobreviveram.Eles nao conseguiam se lembrar como foi que cairam ese afastaram de seu bote salva-vidas. Tampouco conseguiam precisar quantashoras havia ficado a deriva na agua turbulenta. A eles parecia que havia sepassado, ao menos, um dia inteiro. Acabaram por chegar a uma praia em umapequena ilha que se erguia solitaria no meio do vasto oceano. Para qualquerlado que se olhava nada podia ser visto no horizonte. Sabiam que estavam vivosgracas a seus trajes de sobrevivencia, que os
havia protegido da hipotermia edo afogamento. Ele havia machucado seu ombro esquerdo, que doia demasiadamente,e ela tinha um joelho torcido.Apos tres dias vasculhando a ilha, acabaram porperceber que tinham tido sorte, pois a ilha nao era dos piores locais para seestar perdido. Havia agua limpa e muitas frutas conhecidas. Tambem puderamencontrar uma caverna que fornecia um abrigo adequado da chuva e do vento.Porem, o que lhes causava preocupacao era o tempo que demoraria para seremresgatados se o fossem pois nao haviam tido tempo para enviar nenhum sinalde emergencia antes de abandonarem o veleiro. O que os tranquilizava e saberque seu filho iniciaria uma busca no dia seguinte apos nao receber acomunicacao diaria que mantinha com eles. Essa certeza permitiu que, mesmo emuma situacao dificil como aquela, pudessem se manter tranquilos e atedesfrutarem um pouco do tempo que tinham sozinhos. Mas para nao correrem riscosdesnecessarios, garantiram que haveria sinais fartos de sua presenca naquelailha preparando fogueiras e grandes sinais de S.O.S. nas areias da ilha.Mas o destino nao lhes foi o mais gentil. Em umatarde, ao voltar do riacho de onde coletavam agua fresca e que nao ficava amais de cinco minutos de distancia a encontrou caida na areia. Ele correu omais rapidamente que pode em direcao a ela e pode perceber que ela estavasofrendo uma reacao alergica grave. Ela ainda conseguiu olha-lo nos olhos,sorrir e apertar sua mao antes de desmaiar e, alguns minutos depois, deixar avida se esvair de seu corpo. Ele nao podia acreditar naquilo que se passou. Elanao tinha nenhuma alergia conhecida. E ele nao conseguia deixar de pensar nofato de que se estivessem em seu barco, ou em sua casa, ela ainda estaria viva.Por treze horas ele ficou sentado com ela em seus bracos. Por treze horas elechorou. Por treze horas ele praguejou e amaldicoou o mundo. Por treze horas elesentiu toda a sua impotencia. Por treze horas ele nao conseguiu pensar em nadaque nao fosse o buraco em seu coracao. Apos treze horas ele se levantou ecomecou a cavar uma sepultura para sua companheira.E o destino novamente o traiu. Ao se levantar ele podever um bote se aproximar da costa e os tres homens a bordo se aproximarem dele.Em algum momento os homens lhe explicaram que haviam lido sobre odesaparecimento de um casal em alto mar e ao avistarem as bandeiras laranjasque tremulavam naquela praia os trajes de sobrevivencia haviam sidoconvertidos em bandeiras laranja que foram distribuidas por toda a praia decidiram verificar. Mas nada disso importava. Sua primeira reacao ao veraqueles homens nao foi a reacao de uma pessoa normal. Ele nao acenou, ele nao sorriu,ele nao correu em direcao a seus salvadores. A unica coisa que ele pode fazerfoi retornar em direcao ao corpo de sua amada, toma-lo em seus bracos ecaminhar lentamente em direcao a linha dagua. Ele nunca conseguiu explicar oque sentiu naquele momento. Mas era um sentimento mais doloroso que aquele queele havia sentido treze horas antes. Como poderia ser possivel ela morrerapenas horas antes de serem resgatados? Apos 58 dias em uma ilha isolada. Tudoaquilo tinha que ser apenas um pesadelo.
Mas ele, infelizmente, sabia que tudoaquilo era realidade. Uma realidade dolorosa e triste.Ele decidiu queja era hora de deixar o cemiterio e voltar para sua casa. Nao havia nenhumarazao para que ele ali ficasse. Ela ali nao estava. Ela nao estava em lugar nenhum.Ela nao mais existia.Ao chegar a sua casaele ja havia tomado a decisao. Ele nao tinha duvidas de que possuia razoes maisdo que suficientes para cometer o suicidio. Afinal, ele perdera dois amores emsua vida. Ha vinte anos sua esposa morrera durante o parto e ele, por muitosanos, criou seu filho sozinho ate encontrar aquela que seria seu novo amor. Eagora esse novo amor tambem partira. Mas seu filho ainda precisava de sua presenca. Seu filho ainda era seufilho, a unica pessoa viva que ele amava. Entao sua decisao foi de que iriaesperar ate o dia em que seu ciclo de pai e filho se encerrasse. Eleesperaria, nao importando quanta dor tivesse que suportar, ate seu filho setornar um pai.Seis anos, doismeses e tres dias se passaram e la estava ele, segurando seu neto em seusbracos. O menino olhava para seu rosto e sorria. Sorria um sorriso que era omais belo sorriso que ele ja havia visto. Nao era apenas beleza estetica queele via naquele sorriso, ele via tambem a beleza da liberdade, pois ele naoprecisaria esperar nem mais um dia para acabar com uma vida de sofrimentos.Ao chegar em suacasa, separou dezenas de seus antidepressivos e ansioliticos, colocou-os aolado de sua cama e comecou a redigir a carta de suicidio para seu filho ....Meu filho, meu unico amor, me desculpe.Sei que nao e uma atitude corajosa acabar com a propriavida, mas entenda que eu ja sofri o bastante e por mais tempo do que eugostaria. Perder os amores de minha vida, sendo impotente para ajuda-lasenquanto elas morriam em meus bracos e muito doloroso para eu suportar.Por duas vezes eu lutei para me recuperar e ja estoumuito cansado de toda a depressao, dos pesadelos, das doses mais e mais altasde medicamentos e da dor em meu coracao. Estou cansado. Apenas isso. Cansado. Voce sempre foi a unica razao para eu continuarvivendo. E agora sinto que eu posso partir. Voce agora tem seu proprio filho.Voce e um pai e nao precisa mais de mim. O ciclo se encerrou e agora possodescansar. Novamente, me desculpe.Saiba que voce e a pessoa que mais amei durante toda aminha vida. Voce foi a razao para eu me manter vivo. Por voce eu passaria portudo isso novamente. Nada nesse mundo me deu mais felicidade e prazer doque ser seu pai, e por isso parto com o sentimento de que minha vida valeu apena mesmo com toda a dor que vivi.A unica coisa que tenho certeza apos todos esses anose que eu realmente te amo. Eu sempre te amei.Adeus filho!Seu filhoterminou de ler a carta sem perceber o rio de lagrimas que escorria por seurosto. Tudo que ele pode fazer foi voltar seu olhar para cima e perguntar, Mas pai, eu nao entendo. Voce esta aqui eme trouxe essa carta. Por que?Eu te explico meu filho.
Apos escreve-la e le-la porincontaveis vezes, apenas uma certeza eu tive. A certeza de que se tudo o queeu havia escrito fosse verdade, eu realmente te amo. E se essa e a unica certezaque tenho, entao nao ha alternativa a nao ser jogar todas aquelas pilulas nolixo e me certificar que estarei aqui para ama-lo a cada segundo da minha vida,ate que chegue o dia em que ela acabe naturalmente.
times over, and while the technical answer to it is quite simple and can be easily found, it is the non-technical answer that interests me the most.To leave the easy parts of the discussion behind the technical answer to the question is that the role of a Compliance Officer is to manage and run the Compliance Program of a company, period. And running the Compliance Program encompasses ensuring that all the necessary components, or pillars, of the program are properly designed, adequately resourced, are embedded into the routine operations, have proper oversight, have the support of top management and are understood by the whole company.It is not the role of the Compliance Officer to be the one responsible for the compliance to all applicable laws and regulations for that responsibility is shared with all other employees, nor to be the moral, or ethical, compass of the company. Compliance is not a cult that has a leader that is to be followed just for the sake of complying with the expected behavior. At the end of the day, the Compliance Officer cannot, and will not, ensure that everybody follow the rules, for this is a personal decision of each and every single employee in the Company and no policy, no internal control, no system by itself will change.Well, since I started this discussion clearly stating that I am interested in the non-technical answer lets get to it. We all know that being a [good] Compliance Officer is not a task for those who only seek a breadwinning-nine-to-five job. Look around yourself and pick the examples of good compliance colleagues that you know, or met, and you will find a common trait to all those individuals: They usually are personally engaged to their profession and are nice people.Being a good Compliance Officer takes more than ensuring a collection of clerical business processes (the Compliance Program) is running this could be accomplished by anyone with basic business process methodology knowledge it takes some level of personal commitment to doing the right thing all the time, it takes a high degree of empathy, it requires that one is free of prejudice towards others, it takes learning how to accept losing small battles in order to win the war, it takes knowing that evil will always be part of human nature, it is about planning and acting for the long-term changes and not about short-term check-the-box exercises, it also takes a great deal of collaboration with all other departments of a company (for the Compliance Officer can - and should - always find simpler and better ways of doing things). Lastly it does take a lot of building trust with all other persons, because the individuals in a company have to know that they can count on and trust the Compliance Officer when difficulties arise.Long Story Short: I believe that being a good Compliance Officer is all about helping others finding the right tools, resources and advice in order for them to make the right choices and do the right thing (and ultimately succeed in their roles).Does
it take a lot of technical knowledge on the Compliance Officers side to do it well? Yes, it does.Does it suffice to have technical knowledge? No, it doesnt.Do you have to be a lawyer, or an engineer, or any other specific type of professional? No, it doesnt. As I usually say to my audience during a compliance officer formation course I co-teach: It takes only having working brain cells to be a Compliance Officer, for it is mostly the exercise of good logic.To wrap it up: a good Compliance Officer is someone willing to help others!*******************************************************************************Original Post at Linkedin: https://www.linkedin.com/pulse/what-real-role-compliance-officer-alexandre-da-cunha-serpa-ccep-cfe*******************************************************************************The picture above is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivatives 4.0 International LicenseSource https://www.flickr.com/photos/57966610@N08/5557220801/License http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/4.0/
e aos diplomas, presenteados nas cerimonias de doutorado. Em geral, medicos, advogados, procuradores, juizes ou oficiais do rei contavam apenas com sua pequena livraria pessoal, e sua memoria, auxiliada por pequenos cadernos e anotacoes pessoais, para o exercicio de suas delicadas funcoes. Toda biblioteca representava, portanto, uma forma de entesouramento, um capital intelectual efinanceiro, uma heranca de valor. Os livros eram propriedade macica dos conventos, dos mosteiros e dos papas, dos palacios, dos nobres e dos reis.
na sacada do predio, levou um tiro na testa e caiu dentro da redacao do DP. Morreu no hospital, horas depois, aos 24 anos. Manoel Elias, outro entre os varios feridos na ocasiao, tambem nao resistiu.Diario Fundado no dia 7 de novembro de 1825, O Diario de Pernambuco foi idealizado por Antonino Jose de Miranda Falcao. No comeco, era impresso num prelo de madeira e tinha 4 paginas, de 24,5 por 19 centimetros. Em seu primeiro editorial, o DP declarava-se um simples "diario de anuncios". Hoje, o jornal conta com um dos mais modernos parques graficos do Pais e imprime cerca de 70 mil exemplares por hora, com fotos e anuncios. Faz parte dos Diarios Associados, grupo criado por Assis Chateaubriand, e trabalha em rede com outros quatro jornais, entre eles, o Correio Braziliense.