HOPE
I never knew the importance of this word, I never knew the impact
that this word has....until it happened to me, until I had to put my
entire faith on this word alone. Hope.
It could never be a good thing to hear from the doctor, "Son, you may just have to change your occupation, because I don't think you may be able to do even one pull-up." I could still see my shoulder hanging out of its socket, my skin stretched beyond belief, mind-numbing pain flowing through my body and I m thinking,"My life has just ended, my career is over, I won't be able to do this anymore". I found myself praying, I found myself hoping that this was all just a dream, I hoped if I could just ask a wish, a wish to turn back time...just a few hours, just enough to find my body in a good state, just enough to stop myself from crying, just enough to have faith..once again.
Me and Albert used to joke about this word, used to take it lightly, but we both have had our share of brutal injuries, when we had only this word to help us through the pain. More than the physical pain, it was the psychological torcher of the inability to use our body as we wished.
The frustration is unimaginable when your parents have to help you in tasks you never imagined you would require help in, the shame is unbearable, all the male ego creeps in and you tend to get angry at the people who help you and show pity at you. I say this because I did.....treated my friends and parents terribly.
I hoped this would all end. I hoped for better days. It kept me alive, motivated....every bit of pain during that physiotherapy, every tear that dropped, every drop of sweat I lost made it worth it. When I thought maybe I cant do it, hope is what kept me from giving up.
Every day I got better, every day had its share of challenges and setbacks but that's what made the journey memorable.
I am better, I am much better than I was before.
All you need is to believe in yourself, a little bit of hope and faith and hard work and then life would do the rest.
Hope....it may just work.
It could never be a good thing to hear from the doctor, "Son, you may just have to change your occupation, because I don't think you may be able to do even one pull-up." I could still see my shoulder hanging out of its socket, my skin stretched beyond belief, mind-numbing pain flowing through my body and I m thinking,"My life has just ended, my career is over, I won't be able to do this anymore". I found myself praying, I found myself hoping that this was all just a dream, I hoped if I could just ask a wish, a wish to turn back time...just a few hours, just enough to find my body in a good state, just enough to stop myself from crying, just enough to have faith..once again.
Me and Albert used to joke about this word, used to take it lightly, but we both have had our share of brutal injuries, when we had only this word to help us through the pain. More than the physical pain, it was the psychological torcher of the inability to use our body as we wished.
The frustration is unimaginable when your parents have to help you in tasks you never imagined you would require help in, the shame is unbearable, all the male ego creeps in and you tend to get angry at the people who help you and show pity at you. I say this because I did.....treated my friends and parents terribly.
I hoped this would all end. I hoped for better days. It kept me alive, motivated....every bit of pain during that physiotherapy, every tear that dropped, every drop of sweat I lost made it worth it. When I thought maybe I cant do it, hope is what kept me from giving up.
Every day I got better, every day had its share of challenges and setbacks but that's what made the journey memorable.
I am better, I am much better than I was before.
All you need is to believe in yourself, a little bit of hope and faith and hard work and then life would do the rest.
Hope....it may just work.
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