A friend of mine, Kevin, has been in the hospital for over 100 days now. I visited last week when he was still in ICU and again today in a real room. I'm proud of him. In his own words, "I'm a warrior." Yes. He is. The hospital stay isn't the only thing he's overcoming. His wife passed away right before all the hospital adventure began. He didn't even get to go to her funeral. But he's fighting on. When I saw him today, all wired-up with IVs and the trach and monitors and dialysis machine, holding up his hand, the first finger and thumb an inch apart, he tells me he's "this far" from getting to the rehab center. He's a warrior.
When I leave him I think, "What makes him fight so much? Why keep going?" Then I remember his face lit up when he talked about his kids and how amazing his mom and aunt have been. He's got plans to do great things with them. His life has changed in a heartbeat - literally. And he's ready to be changed. I'm super proud of my friend.
He has something to live for. His something isn't some THING...it's a few SOMEONEs...
Do you have something or someone to live for? I'm asking myself that question right now.
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