Black Hole

_ The drug test confirmed that Nicholson had even taken synthetic testosterone. Therefore, he had the best result in recent trials riders _ announces Brazilian TV.

_ It can not be! _ Says Nicholson stunned by the news.

It could not be the same because the only thing that had taken painkillers before that event was, as it was quite a pain-to-head.

_ I clean it, mother. How that happened I have no idea _ Nickoslson super pissed confabulated with the owner Juliana.

_ My son tells me what's going on _ her mother afflicted with that news.

_ Do not you know, I even less.

_ You did not win the race, son?

_ Yes, but this now! ...

The past few weeks, the TV back to talk about it that struck everybody, "the greatest cyclist in the world, was really out of the running of an expedient to use unethical to be favored." Ratifies the controversy before the viewers stunned, not understanding why it all. "As an athlete makes such a scam? What he has in mind to think that would go away with a situation like this? "_ Black Hole in the head of his admirers.

But the black hole was larger at the head of Nicholson. He totally pyre with the fact of being forbidden to act out what their strongest since the age of seven. It had been a long road so far. Does not exceed this incident. It was too strong for him. His mother did not know what to do for Nicholson. He was wasting away every day. I did not want to eat. It was not for nothing. Not bath took over. He lay listlessly, not wanting to talk to anyone. By Monique, his girlfriend, he could not see it. From the unfortunate event, he was no longer the same.

_ Nicholson, is Monique. She wants to talk to you _ her mother with phone in hand, anxious to end it. But it was a waste of time. Nothing took that despondency.

_ In the ... ..! _ Answered his mother.

_ But son, you can not go on like this. Cheer up. Contact Monique.

_ No _ exhaustive.

_ All right, son. _ Says the mother powerless.

Dona Juliana walked away like a sleepwalker. Midst of so much suffering damages. Because what was happening, others moved with their feelings. Mother is mother. And see his son in that state was it for her death.

_ And then, dear, how is he? _ Mr. Juan wanted to know about his son, who hitherto could not understand all this affliction.

_ The same, dear.

_ I can see it, maybe I can help you all _ Juan solicitous.

_ No, Dad. Maybe another time. _ Juliana owner thinks it best to let the dust settle a bit.

_ Who knows! _Sr. Juan was always calm as usual. Nothing would set him off. It was very quiet in their attitudes. All he did was done after much analysis.

The days passed. The situation only got worse. Dona Juliana more and more distressed.

_ My dear, come here. We must have one foot from ear.

_ What is it, woman? Why would so much ceremony? _ Juan already curious.

_ My old man, I believe that if our son is serious, we need to see a doctor for him. _ Dona Juliana worried.

_ Yes, honey. If you're saying, I believe. So you can leave me, to immediately provide a query to Nicholson. _ Juan picks up the phone book and contact Dr. Roger, the family doctor.

_ Dr. Roger's office? _ The voice on the other side of the wire.

I would like to make an appointment for my son. It's urgent. It is part of the Martin family.

Early the next day, Juan and Dona Juliana Nicholson lead the doctor.

_ Dad, I'm fine. Mom is impressed for nothing. But there is nothing wrong with me. _ Says Nicholson.

_ But son, do not cost anything. _ Juliana owner replies.

Nicholson follows his parents to the doctor without the slightest encouragement. Once there, Dr. Rogerio Bonifacio already awaited them.

_ But, what do I owe this honor? The Martin family to visit me the day so soon? _ Playing the doctor.

_ Nothing, Doctor Roger. My mother who is inculcated. _ Nicholson responds.

_ Nothing, you? _ Miss Juliana through tense.

_ Doctor, you know the latest events, no? Nicholson My son is very sad. It is most of the day locked in his room. _ Juan confides.

_ Yes, I'm told. The bad news travels fast. I understand the Nicholson. I spend a few tranquilizers and ready. It's all resolved. _ Says the doctor at ease.

_ Oh, Doctor! No need not. I'm fine and you need not worry. _diz Nicholson.

_ I need to do, my son! Trust me. _diz doctor.

The consultation ends, and that family back home to somewhat satisfied with the visit to the doctor.

After that, further Nicholson closes itself. Or no longer speaks with his mother. The day, from there, become a martyr. The couple even had anything to heal the child, and nothing. Out almost all specialists. He had all kinds of any medical examination and reach a satisfactory diagnosis. You get to the apex of the stress. Nicholson withering before our eyes: it was just skin and bone. His life was hanging by a thread. There was plenty to do. The parents called up for the Saints made a promise that the son who was to become, would climb the stairs of the church of Penha knees, but nothing. Juan and Dona Juliana, by extension, were only a shortage.

That's when the evening of 24 May two thousand and five, six o'clock, Nicholson died.

Dona Juliana had not no tears to cry. Juan, pity, too stunned, speechless.

Nicholson was cremated and his ashes buried under a shady tree in the park Fernando Gutierrez, where used to do, some fifteen years, their daily marathons. So out his final wish.