We talk, we read, we learn, we live, and we ponder. We do things everyday that we don't even give a second thought to. But we don't truly learn the value of anything until we actually lose it. Why? I don't know, but it's definitely true.
As my normally quiet, nice, loving, and fun mom drives the car, tears run down her eyes as the pain of her leg fills her body with terrible feeling. She quietly continues to drive, trying to be strong, trying to not let her sons see, trying to feel how she used to feel, normal.
My mom, a wonderful lady, can't even drive the car anymore due to a recent knee surgery as some of you may know about. What she learned on the cold and dark nights with my dad when she came to America, has been lost. She regrets all the things she can't do now for a few more months as she recovers. No more soccer games, no more driving, no more taking her own sons to places, having to ultimately rely on someone else.
A few days before my mom's surgery. I was speechless. Literally. For i had the crazy case of the hiccups, and the doctor couldn't do anything about it. My normally very talkative self had to rely on typing and writing notes on post-its. My hiccups made me sound like a crazy llama(why i chose this? Dunno.) But i couldn't do anything about it, the doctors office wasn't going to be open until the day after, and it wasn't exactly a emergency or anything to my parents. They we're kinda happy i wasn't talking. (I LOVE to talk...a LOT.)
But as the day went on and on, my hand became sore from the constant writing i had to do, it was a pain in the butt and i wasn't enjoying any part of it. I was tired, bored, and wished that the hiccup would go away. And finally, near the night of that horrifying day, the doctor called and told my mom to get some Benedryll. For it could be an allergic reaction.
And THANK GOODNESS, it was, and a few drowsy hours later, i could speak again.
My mom lost her ability to drive, but learned from it, and i lost my ability to talk.
Though not forever, only for a day for me, and a few months for my mom. Imagine the people who have lost those abilities permanently. Don't mock the disabled, or laugh at them. Feel the pain in their hearts to see people doing the things they used to be able to.
Have you ever lost something precious?
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Thought of something you are passionate about, yet?
--The Annoying One (aka: Why-dego)
What about today? Think of anything?
Wow, you're a really great writer...and yes, I have lost several precious things so far. My best friend, my uncle, my dog, my cousin's hearing, maybe my grandma (she has breast cancer). I hope your mom will be ok, and you keep your voice! Keep writing though, that's how I get through all of this: writing and music.
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