Wisdom in Silence

This past week someone asked me to consider the main quality of a good boss and those of a good employee.  It was easy to immediately respond the first question.  In my opinion, to be in a position of leadership one needs to communicate well.  Good communication enables things to run a lot smoother in the work environment.  No doubt, I believe it should be a two-way street, but the words of an employee should be minimum.  Quite frankly, I have learned that the more I silent the better.  The Bible says in Proverbs 10:19 When words are many, transgression is not lacking, but whoever restrains his lips is prudent.

Thinking of someone who inspires me about not talking unnecessarily and being an excellent employee the first person who comes to mind is my baby sister.  I know I may sound cocky when mentioning my siblings but I am really blessed for having such wonderful people in my family.  What can I say?  Good roots bring forth good fruits.  I praise God for my parents!  My dad was naturally a quiet man.  He was a man of just a few words.  My mom, on the other hand, liked to talk quite a lot.  But that doesn’t mean she didn’t teach me about the matter.  And on her last conscious days on this earth she taught me the greatest lesson on the subject. She could talk but she chose not to and her silence spoke more than I can describe.  “A prudent man conceals knowledge, but the heart of fools proclaims folly” (Proverbs 12:23).

Beatriz Valadão is my younger sister.  She is a wife, a mom, and a first time granny.  Through the years I have learned a lot from her.  She stirs in me the desire to be a better person in so many ways.  Today I want to say a few things I learned from her as an employee.  I had the privilege of working with her at the Dallas Post Office.  We were RCA (Rural Carrier Associate), or substitutes to the regular carriers.  When I joined the post office Beatriz was already there.  They call her Bee, but my siblings and I call her Bê since we were little.  I am so thankful for all she did and still does for me.  At the post office, she blessed me with so many tips and helping hands on those desperate first days on the job.  I observed her every time I had a chance and I always ran to her asking for instructions and guidance.  She’s smart in figuring out the best way of doing things in an effective and timely manner.  Bee seemed so confident and always encouraged me even on my lowest moments.

As a substitute, Bee was envied by all regular carriers.  They knew whatever route she worked on it would be an easy one the next day.  She’s not only a hard worker but also a servant of the Lord who blesses all those around her.  She is a helper, a giver, and an example.  Proverbs 31:20 describes her constant attitude “She opens her arms to the poor and extends her hands to the needy.”  Walking the extra mile is something she does continuously.  It’s a part of who she is.  Recently, Bee was promoted to regular carrier.  No doubt, one of the best regulars the post office will ever have.  She’s diligent, reliable, and a pleasant person to work with.   I’m still learning from her and trying to achieve her work ethics.  But the biggest lesson for me has been to guard my lips.

The way she reacts to bad comments about fellow workers is an example to be imitated.  She is silent.  She changes the subject and breaks a chain that can destroy others.  Everyday Beatriz puts to practice what is written in Proverbs 15:1, A gentle answer turns away wrath, but a harsh word stirs up anger”, and in Ecclesiastes 4:29, “Let no corrupting talk come out of your mouths, but only such as is good for building up, as fits the occasion, that it may give grace to those who hear”.  When she opens her mouth it sure serves the purpose of causing good to others.

Several verses in the Bible teach about how much we should restrain our words.  One text in particular, James 3:2-6, gives three good analogies, For we all stumble in many ways. And if anyone does not stumble in what he says, he is a perfect man, able also to bridle his whole body. If we put bits into the mouths of horses so that they obey us, we guide their whole bodies as well. Look at the ships also: though they are so large and are driven by strong winds, they are guided by a very small rudder wherever the will of the pilot directs. So also the tongue is a small member, yet it boasts of great things. How great a forest is set ablaze by such a small fire! And the tongue is a fire, a world of unrighteousness. The tongue is set among our members, staining the whole body, setting on fire the entire course of life, and set on fire by hell”.  No wonder God created us with a pair of eyes and a pair of ears, but only one tongue.

I’m progressing in this area of my life.  I don’t want to be considered a fool because of my words.  Ecclesiastes 10:14 says, “A fool multiplies words”, and Proverbs 18:2 says, “A fool takes no pleasure in understanding, but only in expressing his opinion”.  I want wisdom coming out of my mouth and my sister Beatriz has set biblical standards I can follow.

“Whoever keeps his mouth and his tongue keeps himself out of trouble” (Proverbs 21:23).

“Whoever guards his mouth preserves his life; he who opens wide his lips comes to ruin” (Proverbs 13:3).


Birth Pains

Almost 26 years ago I was on my way to Worcester, MA to give birth to my daughter.  I remember as if it were yesterday when I felt the first contraction.  I got up around 3:00 am feeling a little tiny cramp.  Since I never had cramps before, I remember thinking ‘how weak these women are complaining about the pain of giving birth, this is so tolerable’.  Little did I know what I was going to experience later.  The only pain worse than that was an infected tooth that required a root canal treatment.  I think I literally left my fingers mark on the metal armrest at the dentist’s office chair.  As I tried to squeeze my pain away my mind was elevating Vívian, my 5 year old daughter at the time, into the throne of God in supplication.  I prayed for her to have very strong teeth.  I know the Lord answered my prayer because to this day she never had any cavity; praises be to Him!

Her dad was still sleeping.  My due date was on the 17th but I really wanted her to come that Sunday.  I wanted to be strong enough to attend a special event in church on the following weekend.  During the pregnancy I heard that walking would help with delivery.  So I was determined to put it to the test.  We lived in a small two-bedroom apartment, but that didn’t prevent me from walking around the dinner table like a bug circulating a lamp.  That was the best space available.  Contractions kept increasing in strength, causing me lots of pain, real pain.  But not only that, they started to come within shorter and shorter time apart.  By now, I was considering every woman to be a hero and despising every man on the face of the earth for not having to go through birth pains.

Close to 6:00 am I made sure my sleeping husband was up and calling the doctor, who told me to go the hospital.  After the long drive with me in the passenger seat, contorting like an earth warm on hot cement, we arrived and I was immediately admitted.  My daughter was eager to leave the safety of my womb and explore this world.   And so she was born, a tiny little girl who would change my life forever.  She came to bring me the biggest joy, to make me feel the deepest love, and to put a weight of concerns on my soul.  I became a mother…

Today, reflecting back on the birth pains I remembered the Bible verse from Mark 13:8 where we read about the end times.  Through my life I’ve heard of so many catastrophes.  They have been increasing in quantity, and in strength.  As an added tragedy, there hasn’t been much time between them.  Actually, so many are happening at the same time that the news haven’t been able to keep up broadcasting it all.  As I am writing this post, hurricane Irma just passed leaving so much devastation, right after hurricane Harvey.  This later one also left a huge trail of destruction on its path; and hurricane Jose and Katia are already on the way.  At the same time, not so much broadcasted on the news, the West of the United States has undergone wildfires bigger than predicted.  Oregon, Montana, Washington, Idaho, Utah, and California have suffered damages from the dried-out lands.  What a contrast!  Some states under water and others under fire!  Not to mention North Korea’s threat to the US after UN attempts to halt their weapons programs.

Countries are at war for power, domination and survival.  There is a continuous drug cartel war in Mexico with despicable violence.  If it wasn’t enough, an 8.1 earthquake just intensified their daily life struggles to the extremities.  In the Congo ethnic hatred groups have caused deaths, villages wiped out, and more than 3.8 million out from their homes.  Myanmar is undergoing crimes against humanity in an attempt to an “ethnic cleansing”.   These are only a few of the latest reports of things happening around the world.  We are living difficult times.

There is a prediction that the world is coming to an end on September 23rd. This is based on the stars alignment on that day and Revelation 12:1-2, where it is written, “And a great sign appeared in heaven: a woman clothed with the sun, with the moon under her feet, and on her head a crown of twelve stars. She was pregnant and was crying out in birth pains and the agony of giving birth”.  In several articles we read that these verses are referring to the constellation Virgo (woman) over the moon (moon at Virgo’s feet) under 12 stars (9 stars of the constellation Leo plus the planets Mercury, Venus, and Mars above her head), and Jupiter (a son) exiting the center of Virgo (birth).

I’m not entirely accepting this prediction as there are other articles debating it, but I’m sure we are living the last days.  In Joel 1:15 and 2:1 we read that the day of the Lord is near, bringing destruction, and we should tremble.  What are we supposed to do then?  Where to go, or where to hide in these perilous days?  “Whoever dwells in the shelter of the Most High will rest in the shadow of the Almighty” (Psalm 91:1).  Indeed, there is a place to hide where we can feel secured.

The other day someone close to me said that a time is coming when only faith will see us through.  Nothing else can give us assurance.  Those who seek the Lord for help trusting on His Word will truly find rest for their soul.  Other verses in Joel 2:12-13 read, “Even now, declares the Lord, return to me with all your heart, with fasting and weeping and mourning. Rend your hearts and not your garments.  Return to the Lord your God, for He is gracious and compassionate, slow to anger and abounding in love, and he relents from sending calamity.”

I’m not sure what you are facing these days.  Maybe you have been affected in some way by one of these dreadful natural disasters or other misfortunes, or maybe you are living what seems to be a good life without a care in this world.  Reality is that whatever your circumstances are they don’t change what we all have in common – a temporary body.  We don’t know when our last day on this earth will be.  We need to be ready for it.  The only inevitability we all possess is a death sentence that we inherited at birth.  The Bible says in Hebrews 9:27 “…it is appointed to men to die once, but after this the judgment”.

Isn’t it better to be prepared?






Dias de Reflexão

No dia 21 de Agosto passado, uma eclipse solar aconteceu que marcou um momento significante para os Americanos e para todos os que seguem os sinais dos astros em termos escatológicos.  Este evento foi visível somente por alguns minutos nos Estados Unidos como uma eclipse total, e contemplado apenas como uma eclipse parcial em alguns outros lugares.  Não sou nenhuma estudiosa de escatologia, ou astronomia, e nem mesmo sou capacitada para falar de assuntos profundos em qualquer área que seja, mas achei interessante compartilhar algumas coisas que me chamaram atenção neste acontecimento, e em tudo que li a respeito.  Qualquer pessoa pode se inteirar melhor do assunto fazendo uma pesquisa no Google; existem publições sobre o assunto em diversos idiomas.

A Bíblia nos diz em Gn 1:14 que Deus criou os luzeiros não somente para fazerem separação entre dia e noite como também servirem para sinais, estações, dias e anos.  Mas parece que estamos vivendo como nos dias de Noé, despreocupadamente, seguindo nossas atividades diárias sem nos importar com os avisos de Deus e a vida espiritual (Mt 24:37-39).  Porém, na sua infinita bondade, repetidamente, lemos na Bíblia, Deus enviando seus servos para alertar o povo das consequencias de viverem em desobediência (2 Cr 36:15).  O próprio Jesus nos advertiu estar vigilantes quanto ao dia de sua vinda (Mt 24:42).  Por isso, quero deixar aqui alguns pontos que encorajem reflexão.

O eclipse em questão aconteceu 40 dias antes de Yom Kippur (Dia da Expiação), o qual acontecerá no dia 30 de Setembro no nosso calendário.    Yom Kippur era o único dia do ano que o Sumo Sacerdote entrava no Santo dos Santos para fazer expiação do pecado.  Sendo esta data tão importante e acontecendo exatamente 40 dias após o eclipse, vejamos algumas passagens bíblicas onde 40 dias é mencionado.  É comum dizerem que, biblicamente, este número está relacionado à espera, preparação, teste, castigo, ou bênção.  Devemos observar que no final de 40 dias, semanas, ou anos mencionados na Bíblia, sempre há bênção ou maldição.

No dilúvio choveram 40 dias e 40 noites (Gn 7:12).  Somente Noé e sua família foram salvos por crerem na Palavra de Deus.  Toda a humanidade pereceu por não dar ouvidos à voz da pregação de Noé.  Devemos ter nossos ouvidos atentos e o coração aberto para o que Deus está nos advertindo.  Existem inúmeros vīdeos e mensagens nos alertando sobre estarmos vivendo os últimos dias.

Jacó (Israel) foi preparado para sepultamento por 40 dias (Gn 50:3).  Embora o embalsamamento dos mortos era uma prática pagã grotesca, contrária aos costumes Israelenses que enterravam seus mortos sem prolongamentos, o corpo de Jacó precisava ser conservado para a longa viagem de retorno à Canaã para sepultamento.  O processo de embalsamamento era feito por sacerdotes do deus Osiris.  Porém, José determinou médicos para a preparação do corpo de Jacó, diferenciando sua crença do culto pagão.  De igual modo, devemos nos diferenciar das práticas e costumes que são contrárias à lei de Deus (Rm 12:2).  Nosso corpo é templo que habita o Espírito Santo de Deus; devemos buscar a santidade.  Devemos, também, ser seletivos quanto ao que entra em nossa mente e coração.  A Bíblia nos diz que “Ai dos que ao mal chamam bem, e ao bem, mal; que fazem da escuridade luz, e da luz escuridade; põem o amargo por doce, e o doce por amargo” (Is 5:20).

Moisés intercedeu por Israel por 40 dias e 40 noites quando subiu ao monte para ouvir Deus, e ali esteve recebendo as tábuas da lei (Dt 9:18, 25).   Ao descer, encontrou o povo em idolatria.  Deus mencionou exterminá-los, mas Moisés subiu ao monte novamente e intercedeu pelo povo por mais 40 dias e 40 noites, quando escreveu as segundas tábuas da lei.  A oração do justo muito vale na sua eficácia (Tg 5:16).  Se Deus livrou um povo em resposta da oração de Moisés, devemos orar por nossos queridos para que também sejam livres da ira de Deus.

Os 12 Israelitas espiaram Canaã por 40 dias (Nm 13:25).  Apenas Josué e Calebe herdaram a promessa, pois creram que Deus era com eles para enfrentar qualquer obstáculo.  Os demais morreram sem usufruir da bênção. Nós nos elevamos à medida da nossa fé.  Devemos buscar a verdade, considerar os acontecimentos, ouvir os profetas de Deus e crer nas Escrituras.  Deus nos tem dado esses dias para arrependimento e preparação para a vinda de Jesus.

Golias afrontava o exército de Israel por 40 dias, pela manhã e à tarde (1 Sm 17:16).  Existem muitos, que como Golias, afrontam e zombam do povo escolhido de Deus que têm sido como atalais nestes últimos dias no meio de todos estes acontecimentos.  No final, estes zombadores serão derrotados.  Davi sozinho destruiu Golias renovando a coragem dos Israelitas.  Somente Jesus, como Cordeiro Santo de Deus, derrotou Satanás na cruz.  Só precisamos crer no que Ele já fez e seremos fortalecidos na força do seu poder (Fp 4:13) para nos preparar e ser encontrados prontos para sua vinda.

Quando Elias fugia de Jezabel, Deus o alimentou dando-lhe força para caminhar 40 dias e 40 noites (1 Re 19:8).  A Palavra de Deus é alimento para nossas almas (1 Pe 2:2).  Devemos estudá-la e  e meditar em sua mensagem para termos forças para a caminhada até à vinda de Jesus Cristo.  O inimigo das nossas almas tem tentado sugar tudo que há de bom em nós.

Ezequiel levou sobre si a iniquidade da casa de Judá por 40 dias (Ez 4:6-8).  Com certeza Ezequiel sofreu as dores do povo de Judá, e consequentemente, intercedeu com mais fervor por eles.  Devemos orar com compaixão por aqueles que estão vivendo em iniquidade.  A Bíblia diz em 2 Co 4:4 que os incrédulos estão cegos.  Que o Senhor lhes abra os olhos espirituais.

Jonas pregou arrependimento em Nínive avisando da sua destruição em 40 dias se não houvesse arrependimento (Jn 3:4).  Nessa passagem, vemos a misericórdia de Deus em conceder um tempo para que essa nação tão cruel e corrompida pudesse chegar ao arrependimento e mudança de atitude.  Deus continua o mesmo.  Ele nos tem dado a oportunidade de buscá-lo enquanto ainda há tempo (Is 55:6).  Jesus ainda intercede por nós como um advogado, mas em breve, Ele virá como juiz.

Jesus foi levado ao deserto para ser tentado por 40 dias e 40 noites (Lc 4:2).  Temos enfrentado as mesmas tentações, mas Jesus mesmo já venceu tudo por nós, e Ele nos outorgou seu precioso nome.  Há poder neste nome para  colocar Satanás e seus demônios para correr.  Se confessarmos os nossos pecados e receber o sacrifício propiciatório de Jesus, Ele passa a viver dentro de nós e Seu nome se torna uma arma poderosa em nossos lábios atravez da oração.

Após sua ressurreição, Jesus apareceu aos seus discípulos por 40 dias (At 1:3).  Eles haviam perdido a esperança e estavam desorientados.  Jesus apareceu entre eles para renovar-lhes o vigor espiritual, relembrá-los das promessas, e prepará-los para serem atalaias do evangelho de Cristo.  Com todas estas catástrofes acontecendo no mundo, existem aqueles que estão perdidos, sem esperança, ou se sentindo abandonados por Deus.  Mas a verdade é que há um lugar muito melhor para aqueles que crerem em Deus e na Sua Palavra (1 Co 2:9).

Talvez você questione o que esse período de 40 dias tem haver com quem não vive na América.  Bem, os Estados Unidos sempre foi alvo de notícias.  Os olhos do mundo ainda estão voltados à esta nação.  Sob a nova presidência, com Donald Trump, os Estados Unidos continua apoiando Israel.  Com todos os cortes para auxílio internacional sugeridos pela administração de Trump,  Israel é o único a ficar fora desta lista, ou seja, USA continua apoiando Israel.  Talvez Deus, por sua promessa de abençoar quem abençoa Israel, esteja permitindo que a América seja diretamente sacudida para que acorde espiritualmente.

Ninguém sabe precisamente o que está para acontecer nos dias vindouros, mas encontramos várias passagens bíblicas nos advertindo a ficar vigilantes, porque os dias são maus.  Portanto, devemos buscar o Senhor e sua Palavra enquanto há tempo.  Estejamos preparados pois “a respeito daquele dia e hora ninguém sabe…” (Mt 24:36).  Que o Senhor abençõe sua vida com olhos e ouvidos espirituais abertos e com o coração quebrantado.

“Agora, porém, declara o Senhor, voltem-se para mim de todo o coração, com jejum, lamento e pranto.  Rasguem o coração, e não as vestes.  Voltem-se para o Senhor, para o seu Deus, pois ele é misericordioso e compassivo, muito paciente e cheio de amor; arrepende-se, e não envia a desgraça”.  (Joel 2:12-13)





I love pearls! To me they represent femininity.  Pearl earrings are my favorites.  I wear them very often.  I think they can transform the appearance of a woman quite a bit.  On bad hair days, when a baseball cap seems to be the solution, those pearls work like a charm. They give me a more soft or ladylike appearance. But pearls are not soft or fragile at all, they are consequence of adversity.

A pearl is formed when an irritant, like a parasite, enters the shell of the mollusk.  Unable to expel the irritant the mollusk defends itself by depositing layers after layers of nacre around it.  There are natural pearls and cultured pearls. Natural pearls have a very thick layer of nacre and take years to be formed after a parasite enters the shell.  On the other hand, some pearls have the interference of man to speed up its formation.  A bead or mantle tissue is inserted into the mollusk shell; the mollusk will react the same way by depositing the nacre substance around the intruder to form what we know as a cultured pearl.  Although they differ on their interior the process is the same.  The mollusk refuses to give in to the irritant and protects itself by transforming something ugly and undesirable into something beautiful.

I have encountered a number of “pearls” through the years.  They are women who had suffered many things in life but had overcome in a great way.  They had faced hardships imposed on them by co-workers, by family members, by society, or simply by uncontrollable circumstances.  But these women didn’t succumb to the pressures; they rose above the ugliness of the situation and came out stronger than before.  These pearls are worriers, winners, women of faith and courage, women who are leaving a legacy for others to follow.  They are role models!

Today I want to honor one of these pearls, my eldest sister.  Growing up we were not so close, maybe because she matured faster than I did even though we are not so far apart in age.  I remember her taking care of my younger siblings and me.  At the time, as a child, I didn’t enjoy the aspect of her bossing me around to help her with chores around the house, which my mom made sure we kept sparkling all the time. I also didn’t enjoy when she wanted to make sure my hair was shiny and soft by applying milk with lime juice to remove chlorine after a day at the pool. Less yet I enjoyed when she wanted my nails done; she made me her “guinea pig”.  But I certainly enjoyed all the good food she prepared from an early age.  She would make delicious dishes for us to savor as we watched movies in “Sessão da Tarde,” an afternoon TV show as I was growing up.  Good memories from the past!…

Now it’s a different thing.  We grew up.  We parted houses forming our own families. Even though our schedule doesn’t allow us to see each other very often we are very close.  We are twice sisters – by the bloodline of our parents and by the bloodline of our Savior Jesus Christ.

She’s someone I can look up to.  I’ve seen her pass though some dark valleys with her eyes closed, many times drowned in tears.  I’ve seen her climb mountains on her knees, and yell alone in the silence.  She always prays her way through any hurdles, out of any burden, and up into the throne of God!  She doesn’t contemplate defeat; she doesn’t allow her lips to say the lies her enemy tries to poke into her head. She lives by the Word – the Living Word of God!  She only accepts what is written.  She knows who she is, whom she serves, and where she is going.  With each new trial I’ve seen her grow stronger.  Her faith is unshakable!

My first sister is Kendali.  She’s a small-framed woman with the spirit of a giant, an angel in disguise.  Uncountable times she has rescued me, emotionally, spiritually, financially and physically.  She’s a mother admired and duly honored by her kids.  She’s a blessing beyond measure to all who know her.  She’s truly an example to follow, a role model.  She’s a pearl indeed!

Photography – echoes of a history

“A picture is worth a thousand words” is an English language-idiom first used in 1911 that continues to convey a great truth in present time.  We know a picture will engrave things onto the brain much deeper than words alone.   Photographs, in lay terms, or by the popular name, are called pictures.   But photographs are a lot more than just still images.  They are the art of precision, illumination, angle, setting, and creativity, combined and connected to the one handling the camera.

Photograph brings people and events a little closer to one’s heart when distance and circumstances hinder their presence together.  It stirs up memories and trigger emotions.  Photograph preserves what time strives to fade away, keeping the veracity of passed endeavours.   It keeps the past alive. It reveals the unspoken, the obscured, and the aura, whispering secrets and silencing lying lips.  It seals a covenant, a verdict; it registers “the” time.  Photograph echoes moments of a history.

Good photographers not only possess the good gear and talent, but the dexterity of a professional.  There are professionals and there are PROFESSIONALS.  I can say without restrictions that Studio 22 has professionals with capital letters.  I salute Studio 22 for its success but I know that behind its name there is the integrity of Kássio Silva as a photographer, a businessperson, and an individual in all areas of his life.  Wedding photography is his expertise.  He writes love poetry in the form of images.  Kássio has received many accomplishments on wedding photography, but his work extends far and beyond.  He also does lifestyle photography.  He’s not only attentive to every move and detail at the event or occasion he’s photographing, but also, when necessary, he’s a coach to the ones in front of the lens, achieving remarkable results.  His photographs speak the song of the soul being photographed.

I have the pleasure and the honor of knowing Kássio and share the same family tree.  I’m a proud sister of this man who has brightened our eyes with phenomenal images of his work.   I proudly encourage you to see for yourself and enjoy his art of wedding photography.  Then, follow Studio 22 on Instagram to be continuously mesmerised and inspired by the love stories recorded through Kássio’s camera lens.


Buddy Pass ou Revés?

Sempre desejei viajar para o Brasil na primeira classe, mas o precinho da passagem ainda não contribuiu para que isso acontecesse. Porém, várias pessoas que conheço viajam na primera classe usando o Delta Buddy Pass. Que luxo! Pensava eu até que em 2016 ganhei um desses abençoados e lá vou eu para o Brasil.

A ida foi bem, embora eu tenha sido a última a entrar no vôo. Apenas o desconforto de que minha mala ficou para o próximo vôo, saindo na manhã seguinte. Nada de primeira classe, mas também não cheguei a viajar na traseira do avião. Ótimo! Que maravilha, economizei no dinheiro da passagem e até tive algumas regalias a mais que a classe econômica.

Três semanas de estadia em Minas Gerais e o retorno para os Estados Unidos, saindo de São Paulo. Que abacaxi!!! Seis dias indo para o aeroporto por volta de 3 da tarde e ficando na afadigada lista de espera até quase 1 da manhã. Ainda bem que fui abençoada encontrando um grupinho de pessoas maravilhosas na mesma situação. Eu teria ficado totalmente perdida se não fosse a prontidão de umas dessas pessoas, Viviane, em procurar um hotel adequado para todos nós. Um grupinho de 8 ou 9 pessoas.

Saíamos do hotel para o aeroporto, enfrentávamos a fila para despachar as malas, depois outra fila para passar pela segurança, mais uma para passar pela receita federal, e aí, tentar arrumar um cantinho para esperar até que todos os passageiros com passagens pagas embarcassem. Depois destes, a preferência é dos funcionários da Delta, e aí então seguem as classificações, pais e cônjuges de funcionários, e por último os amigos. E para esclarecimento, os amigos também têm categorias diferentes. Quanto mais tempo de casa tem o funcionário que forneceu o buddy pass, maior a chance de embarque do beneficiado.

Ficávamos todos aguardando o nome do felizardo aparecer no painel de lista de espera. Primeira tentativa era o vôo para Atlanta por ser o primeiro a sair para o US, depois deste fechado, transferíamos nossa espera para o próximo vôo e não conseguindo este segundo, corríamos para o terceiro e último da noite.   E assim foi por seis dias. O que aprendi com a árdua experiência é que a Delta, saindo de São Paulo, dá preferência à carga, frutas e outras exportações, e não aos passageiros. Todos os dias que estivemos alí o vôo saiu com assentos vagos, mas o peso da carga não permitia mais passageiros.

Plane Wing

Enfim, no sexto dia embarquei para Nova York, toda contente pensando que em breve eu estaria em casa, após este chá de aeroporto. Chegando lá o vôo para Atlanta havia sido cancelado com problemas técnicos e fui tentar outros. Neste interim, o aeroporto de Atlanta fechou por motivo de tempestade. Imagina só minha alegria neste momento! Mais uma lista de espera… Mas tudo bem, pelo menos eu já estava em solo Americano e pensava ser mais rápido chegar em casa. O que eu não contava era passar mais um dia e uma noite no aeroporto. Pois é, isso mesmo, quando Atlanta liberou a pista para receber vôos, Nova York fechou todos os aeroportos por causa de uma tempestade de neve.

Conclusão, que revés! No final das contas, após hotel, taxi, alimentação, e dias perdidos de serviço, eu teria economizado muito mais se tivesse comprado uma passagem. Não que eu tenha desistido e nunca mais usarei um buddy pass, mas aprendi algumas coisas. Minha recomendação é que você nunca use buddy pass em épocas de férias, e esqueça via São Paulo, se possível. No demais, boa viagem!