Signs of strength

Sometimes I think tears are not a sign of weakness. It can often represent the sign of strength. The strength of emotion, the strength of resolution or even the strength of faith.




There are no tears when you do not care. There are no tears when you do not feel. There are no tears when you do not believe. With that, I believe that tears are not signs of weakness.



A friend’s (referred as Girl from here on) family is going through a lot lately. Quoting another friend’s words, her situation is “the plate is more than full”. There are so many things at home to worry about that nothing else has a higher priority at the moment. Daddy had a little health attack and was paralyzed 3 months ago. She was a little crushed at that time but fortunately the father was one tough guy, not only that he woke up, he has been recovering well. In 3 months he managed the impossible and recovered and is still recovering as we speak.

I really admire this uncle from what I hear from Girl’s description. What an enthusiastic uncle he is. With all these pain and suffering he maintained a high spirit and here he is from completely paralyzed, he’s walking with his head high again. Miracles do happen, without you realizing it. I said a couple of times to her “one of these days I gotta get to know your dad, he sounds so awesome.” He’s got a will of steel no kidding.

Just when things were getting better, Girl’s grandmother was admitted to hospital.

Another emotional blow I guess.

I’ve been where she was when my grandpa was around. Maybe the situation is not entirely the same but the anxiety couldn’t be much different. You have other things to do, other things to worry about but yet the person you care is just the biggest issue that hogs your mind the whole time. Why is this why is that why is why and why is this happening.

Even the smallest thing could tip you off.

But hey, like I said, if her dad is such an awesome guy, the mother must be an even greater person isn’t it? There’s nothing she could not defeat, even sickness. If it’s really something she couldn’t defeat, then it’s fate, all we can do is to gladly accept what’s coming, and make her as happy as possible before facing the inevitable.

I’m not trying to sound cruel. I’m trying to say miracle happens, when you least expect it.

As long as you look at things positively.

For now, I’m just hoping that granny recovers, so that there’s no shadows behind her smiley. I also hope daddy recovers, and she’d laugh like a mad woman again.

Good luck ;)

Signing off.