“I knew a man who cried about having no shoes, until he met a man that had no feet
Cristiana told me about Jake. he’s sick. i dont know exact details, but his legs will soon be amputated knees down…
wuuf. breathe out.
to lift him up, Cristiana started a private blog, where she posts an everyday cheer for him.
and i remembered and wholeheartedly recommended one of my favorite books, “White on Black” by Ruben David Gonsalez Galiego. it is a very very special title to me. it starts like this:
Я - герой. Быть героем легко. Если у тебя нет рук или ног — ты герой или покойник. Если у тебя нет родителей — надейся на свои руки и ноги. И будь героем. Если у тебя нет ни рук, ни ног, а ты к тому же ухитрился появиться на свет сиротой, — все. Ты обречен быть героем до конца своих дней. Или сдохнуть. Я герой. У меня просто нет другого выхода.
it says:
I am a hero. It is easy to be a hero. If you dont have arms or legs, you are either a hero or a dead man. If you dont have parents, you can only rely on your arms and legs. And be a hero. If you dont have neither arms, nor legs, and more so you managed to come to this Earth as an orphan - that’s it. You are destined to be a hero until the last of your days. Or you die. I am a hero. I simply have no other choice.
simple, powerful, it finds the fun in the saddest, the essence in the complex, the wisdom in the dirt. it converts a personal tragedy in the strongest of inspirations. when things get tough, i recite these words in my mind. they always whip and spur.
Jake ordered the book. “sounds interesting to say the least”, he said. and he added that before his grandfather he passed away, he told him the words at the top of this post. “I didn’t fully understand it at the time, but it’s true… Even for me, there’s always someone who’s got it worse…”
keep things in perspective.
stay a hero.
