I’m seated in the middle of the room surrounded by a bunch of people, all going about their business. Some are taking selfies, some are taking part in deep conversations. I’m suffocating but no one is taking notice.
Out of suffering has emerged the most resilient of souls. Throw anything at them they’ll embrace it with a smile, the thick skin they have developed was forged in the bowels of hell itself.
The most massive characters are smeared with scars. The battles fought, some won and others lost, left an imprint that cannot be ignored. The wounds might heal but scars remain the same.
It was around 6:30 am when the doctor asked the nurses to prepare my wife for the Caesarian section operation. The pain she had endured these past few days was incapacitating. Normally it’s a twenty-minute procedure but I just sat there, horrendous thoughts boggling my mind. Why was it taking so long? Should I prepare for the worst? Exhaustion was eating away at my sanity and it’s at times like these you start questioning the existence of the Lord or why He abandons those in need.
The mind, oh so clever and cunning, wishes to protect its sanity at all costs and so it devises a plot, more of a con. It comes up with a solution and takes away the pain by sending a stimulus that triggers new memories.
Peace befalls those who tend to forget, it acts as a sort of a magic trick that takes away the agony.
As I sat there, gasping for air, my mind was racing, about to explode with questions that no one had answers to. I couldn’t take it anymore. Just as I was turning pale, I felt like giving up, my faith was shaken. But wait, the doors forcibly open and the nurse wheels in a bed, so old that it made a lot of noise. As I raise my head I see her, wearing a beaming smile.
“Our baby boy is finally here!” She exclaims. Two straight nights without any sleep all but forgotten already. So what delayed things was that there was another procedure underway in the theatre so my wife had to wait. An hour went by and our baby seemingly screamed, “Heads up, here I come ready or not!” Our miracle baby was delivered normally at the doors of the theatre.
I just looked up and said to the Big Man, “A new dawn is upon us!”
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