Go to work with a friend for lunch. We sit down, eat, drink coffee, talk about it. A friend went for a second cup of coffee, brings and complains that in the afternoon there is no strength from the word “completely.” I jokingly said to him, “You have too low levels of midoclorians in your blood. The power does not obey you.” We both respect Star Wars, the joke was understood, and we played together. Divided by workplaces. After a while, one of my colleagues pulls me into a remote corner, but not for what you might have thought. And it begins to say to me harshly, what a sick fool I am, a bad man, laughing at the misfortune of others. At first, I was sick and didn’t understand what I was talking about. She tells me, “I’ve heard in the cafe, you’ve talked about low levels of midichlorins in the blood, is this a type of blood cancer? He may soon die, and you laugh?As I could, I explained to her what I was talking about, but I don’t think she believed me. And in her eyes I remained a heartless hatred mourning over the deadly sick. and sorry. Well though, her education did not allow her to spread this “news” throughout the office.

All good and the strength will be with you!