Life is a Gift
When I think of the best and worst possible ways that I would live and die, I always hear myself laughing and seeing myself smiling with joy. I had my good times and hard times; struggling in all the battles I faced when I was young until now; to enjoying and celebrating all the successes that I accomplished. But when I see other people, when they are down and beaten, I always feel unhappy but hopeful that everything would be fine.
As I learned a colleague of mine who got into an accident and seeing the photos, I wanted to rush immediately to the hospital and see his condition. I closed my eyes and prayed for a fast recovery. I shook my head and telling myself, it just didn't happen. But it did and I just hope and pray that in the end, he would recover from his accident.
A visit in the hospital is always dreadful for me. I feel uneasy and uncomfortable, but it's the right thing to do and see a friend. I made myself think of other things, make myself laugh and talk about any other things other than what had happened. This I did to calm me down.
It was a visit that I never expected, seeing other patients made me remember my grandfather, which until now I regret not to be there on his last breath. I just prayed silently and turned away to look at my friend. It was just in time to talk about something else, before my eyes water.
Being in a hospital again for a long time, I again remember that life is a gift from God, no matter what your faith is, we pray that each and everyone who is sick be healed in skin and in soul. Life is what we are given, a gift from God that we must treasure until our last dying breath. Treasure it with the love you have inside of you, treasure your family and friends who stood by your side, treasure your love with your faith.
I pray for you, a fast and speedy recovery... God bless you my friend! May your physical pain be gone and mental health be good as new. Amen.
As I learned a colleague of mine who got into an accident and seeing the photos, I wanted to rush immediately to the hospital and see his condition. I closed my eyes and prayed for a fast recovery. I shook my head and telling myself, it just didn't happen. But it did and I just hope and pray that in the end, he would recover from his accident.
A visit in the hospital is always dreadful for me. I feel uneasy and uncomfortable, but it's the right thing to do and see a friend. I made myself think of other things, make myself laugh and talk about any other things other than what had happened. This I did to calm me down.
It was a visit that I never expected, seeing other patients made me remember my grandfather, which until now I regret not to be there on his last breath. I just prayed silently and turned away to look at my friend. It was just in time to talk about something else, before my eyes water.
Being in a hospital again for a long time, I again remember that life is a gift from God, no matter what your faith is, we pray that each and everyone who is sick be healed in skin and in soul. Life is what we are given, a gift from God that we must treasure until our last dying breath. Treasure it with the love you have inside of you, treasure your family and friends who stood by your side, treasure your love with your faith.
I pray for you, a fast and speedy recovery... God bless you my friend! May your physical pain be gone and mental health be good as new. Amen.
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