Dream, Hope and Truth

If god could afford any leniency I would beg it should be for all those struggling for life in an intensive care unit. It takes no time for one to feel the pain one must be enduring lying on that bed. I could not run away from it either. This boy, all of 22 is no ordinary man or no ordinary soldier; he’s a dream. He worked hard for four years to wear the uniform he always dreamt of. If his record of performance is anything to go by, he could redefine the term excellence beyond its connotation. Behind him is a man, who stood proudly as he witnessed him, passing out with an academy level appointment, an honour every officer dreams of. His father is also the hope, the driving force that his son will regain his form and prove his metal in the years ahead. He’s the pillar of strength and a man whose hopes know no boundaries and no science. He’s merely a loving father.
The Truth is. This boy is a soldier. He will Fight through everything and emerge a winner in life. The truth is, Human will power will conquer science and time. The truth is, He wasn’t meant to be there. He doesn’t deserve to and nobody deserves to. The Truth is, sleeping in a bed with no sensation, with screws holding the head to the collar bone, with multiple fractures on vertebrates is no pleasure. The truth is, Be responsible! Sometimes life forgets to give a chance!