Beyond The Scars.

There was this time in my life when doing every single thing didn't feel like a burden; it was a burden. And it went on for years. Slowly, it takes away my strength, confidence, and all. The only place that was familiar to me was the hospital room. Different prescriptions, various surgeries, endless tests, and the like. Those pains can't be comprehended with words. I always wonder if a day will come when I will really have to smile... genuinely.

Sincerely, that experience broke me in unimaginable ways, but then, it also made me. Pain does have its way of forcing one to see what truly matters. That experience taught me patience. A lot of times I've had to wait for test results before I could eat or any injections could be given; I would have to endure pain for days. A lot of times surgeries get postponed, and I have to just endure whatever pain and all. In the same way, it also taught me what humility really is. Sincerely, sincerely, in whatever we do, let's remain humble; life can just go at any minute. I remember a lot of times I couldn't lift myself up. Also, that experience taught me the power of kindness; I now value and show kindness to people more. Because if not for hands that were holding me then and knees that never rose up from prayer, I doubt if I would be here today.

Obviously, I survived that illness. Mind you, it wasn't the end; it became the beginning of a new story for me. I now live differently; I see and value people a lot now. To ignore people is now hard for me. I now really wish to really be there for people, and, of course, am doing the little I can, but then, it doesn't seem enough. That was the duty my survival gave to me. To make sure I help make life easier, better, and lighter for someone else, to at least put a smile on someone's face. I now find joy in the very little and simple things that I do, even though it's not much, especially for the kids. I love the smile on their face after a good deed is done for them. They may not know how best to appreciate, and I love that; I am not in it for the gratitude.

There was a time my phone was more of a distraction for me; later, when the illness came, I stayed away from it. Nothing no longer interests me; my phone would be at full percentage for days without seeing its owner make use of it. I lost interest; it no longer matters to me. Today it has become a tool for me; I now use it to connect to those who are facing one thing or the other. I now reassure people with it and lots more. It does look small, sure, but then it has meaning to me.

All of these life experiences add up together to shape and define us. My experiences had taught me a lot. And today, I can proudly say I am who I am because I was able to endure what was capable of breaking me, and I also see beyond my scars. I would want to conclude with this... Whatever thing you might have experienced or survived, don't just let it be that you survived it; let it make you a better person.

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