We all live in the fast world of advancing technology, political propaganda, professional ambitions, and of course, time is never kind to us. Every once in a while you come across a story that touches your heart and reminds you of the things that truly matter in life.
All of us, at one time or another, have had that dreary cloud hover over us at one time or another. Sometimes, we allow the darkness of our sorrows to consume our thoughts and our hope. I am usually a positive person who views her glass as half-full. However, when it’s my turn to stand in the somber shadows of that gloomy cloud, I like to read of the amazing experiences of others who faced impossible challenges and overcame them.
I came across this unbelievable story of a young man, who at twelve years old, mysteriously slipped into a coma. Several years later, he woke into a body he couldn’t control. He could hear, see, and understand everything that was going on around him, but he couldn’t move, talk, or do anything to send a message to his loved ones letting them know that he was there. He writes of the love he felt from his father, even though he had no true connection to his family or anyone.
Please read the story of Martin Pistorius. His experience is one for all of us to remember when we feel we all hope is lost.
I end this short post with a quote from one of the greatest poets of all time, and one of my favorites:
“My breath is sweet to me. O how I laugh when I think of my vague indefinite riches. No run on my bank can drain it, for my wealth is not possession but enjoyment.”
- Henry David Thoreau
I came across this unbelievable story of a young man, who at twelve years old, mysteriously slipped into a coma. Several years later, he woke into a body he couldn’t control. He could hear, see, and understand everything that was going on around him, but he couldn’t move, talk, or do anything to send a message to his loved ones letting them know that he was there. He writes of the love he felt from his father, even though he had no true connection to his family or anyone.
Please read the story of Martin Pistorius. His experience is one for all of us to remember when we feel we all hope is lost.
I end this short post with a quote from one of the greatest poets of all time, and one of my favorites:
“My breath is sweet to me. O how I laugh when I think of my vague indefinite riches. No run on my bank can drain it, for my wealth is not possession but enjoyment.”
- Henry David Thoreau
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