The Anti-Hurry-Scurry-Worry Pill

Ronaldo was rather depressed today. He was sent home early from work, because his manager told him he needed some rest. He looked pale and seemed to be infected by the bug that had been troubling the city of Belem for some time now, said the manager. Ronaldo had heard about the epidemic that had been threatening the city for a few months now. And now it seems that he was one of the 2 million Brazilians battling a disease for which there had not been a cure found yet. Day after day his old mama, Maria Isabel, had been sitting in front of the television, hoping that those smart Americans, or perhaps the practical Europeans, or maybe the sharp Cubans, would have discovered a cure for this strange disease. She did so because his father, old Eduardo, and his older brother Romario were also diagnosed as having been infected. They called it the Hurry-Worry-Scurry bug, and it seemed that it had infected half of the world population by now! It caused the victims to rush through life from early morning till late night, hardly ever allowing themselves the opportunity to take a break. They started early, and kept busy till very late: rushing to work, worrying about things to be done, scurrying from one errand to another, trying to fulfill obligations for professional, social, and private causes.