Somehow it made sense. Did it make me feel better after being told that I have a serious illness? Yes, it was a relief. And, would you believe that I see it as a blessing? Why? Because I had to go through a process that is beyond words.
Methodically, I had to go through stages of dealing with what’s on the horizon. I went through rationalization. Then, denial. Then, fear. Then, acceptance. I am not perfect. No human being is perfect.
Hence, I had to move closer, then closer, then much more, so that I would be One with the Unmoved.
Why? I realized that it was only me who was moving away.
Moreover, something happened. He has a grand scheme. A plan.
I surrendered my inadequacies to Him. After all, He is the Divine Healer.
Well, after being sick for 23 years. I am a Veteran.
That is amazing. My Doctor said I recovered 100 percent. Why?
I really do not know. Maybe only God knows.
When I shook someone’s hand before. She said I have a healing hand. My older brother told me that I am a wounded healer.
I do not have any scars though which is ironic. Why?
Because I have to write with my heart. My scars are within. You cannot see them.
However, I feel them. And, wow, they are wonderful. I have this experience of just being so in awe that I was healed.
Well, my older brother believed in me. And my friends and family.
Now, I go back to the first statement that it was not my fault.
Definitely, it happened for a reason.
It’s because of you.
Again, what is a writer without a reader.
So, why not me?
Then, this noble profession will go on until my last breath.
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