Breakthrough
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No light slipped into the hospital ward. The windows were half-curtained and though the sun was high the room inside was dark and unfriendly. There lay a woman on her hospital bed. Her hair had once been blonde but now black like a crow. She was lying on her hospital bed, skeleton-like, with flat breasts and swollen legs. Her eyes were sky blue with a tint of mystery; they seemed to be looking within themselves. The face was now pale and sickly although it seemed to shine from within like white fire. By her side there sat a man. The man thought her sickliness was divine. He was looking at her – intently, deeply and scared. She was to die.
For 25 years she had been his mother, his enemy, his support and his downfall.
They didn’t have a word to say because the stories they read in each other’s eyes meant so much more to them. He was looking at her who now was so weak and fragile in her bed but he remembered how powerful she actually had been and still was deep inside. He would give away so much to face death with as great courage as she did.
The ancient gladiators in Rome knew they were going to die on a great arena. A gladiator was walking through a dark corridor leading to a tiny spot of light far away in the end. While walking ahead to face the deadly light he could hear the crowd roaring. That’s the moment of truth. It doesn’t’ matter whether you had had the most miserable life or one full of joy. Only the moment of truth mattered. The fight on the great arena mattered. Now son knew that people are just like gladiators waiting to fight their last battle. His mother was a gladiator and she was about to see the deadly light in the end.
Life is like a guillotine slowly moving down with no hope. You can cry or smile or laugh it doesn’t matter because the blade is still there. A whole world is full of crying, laughing, smiling, great and small people looking up at the blade. “Cheer up, man, it’s not gonna hurt!” – I hear from all around. Yes, you’re right, guys, it’s not gonna hurt to have the blade cutting my throat. Looking at your throat being cut will definitely hurt me.
He was deep in thought when his mother asked for a glass of water with a faint smile. He took her hand in his. “Of course, mom” – he said. A minute later he came up to her bed holding a glass. Her eyes were looking at him with such deep love. Dead but still loving eyes.
For 25 years she had been his mother, his enemy, his support and his downfall.
They didn’t have a word to say because the stories they read in each other’s eyes meant so much more to them. He was looking at her who now was so weak and fragile in her bed but he remembered how powerful she actually had been and still was deep inside. He would give away so much to face death with as great courage as she did.
The ancient gladiators in Rome knew they were going to die on a great arena. A gladiator was walking through a dark corridor leading to a tiny spot of light far away in the end. While walking ahead to face the deadly light he could hear the crowd roaring. That’s the moment of truth. It doesn’t’ matter whether you had had the most miserable life or one full of joy. Only the moment of truth mattered. The fight on the great arena mattered. Now son knew that people are just like gladiators waiting to fight their last battle. His mother was a gladiator and she was about to see the deadly light in the end.
Life is like a guillotine slowly moving down with no hope. You can cry or smile or laugh it doesn’t matter because the blade is still there. A whole world is full of crying, laughing, smiling, great and small people looking up at the blade. “Cheer up, man, it’s not gonna hurt!” – I hear from all around. Yes, you’re right, guys, it’s not gonna hurt to have the blade cutting my throat. Looking at your throat being cut will definitely hurt me.
He was deep in thought when his mother asked for a glass of water with a faint smile. He took her hand in his. “Of course, mom” – he said. A minute later he came up to her bed holding a glass. Her eyes were looking at him with such deep love. Dead but still loving eyes.