DOCTORS were always making me do exercises.

They also told me how great I was doing. I was lying there thinking.

Great? I haven't done anything but endure the ride. I'm just lying here. I can't move anything. Every morning 1 woke up hoping to recover more and more. I was miraculously recovering day by day.

Life is a blessing

1 came back to my home after staying 14 days in hospital. Then after staying one day in Dhaka. 1 came back to Sylhet by aeroplane. From the airport I went home by an ambulance. The ambulance siren was screaming as we pulled up to our house.

Eveiyday lots ol people came to my house to see me. At home. 1 got around under my own strength as much as possible. I was struggling every waking hour to take hack my body. That was the focus of my life now: that, and my love for my family and my faith in the Lord. I had no doubt I was going to get through it Time for me was measured not by days anymore but by moments that meant something to my body. Day by day. slowly 1 started to sit on my own. My father, mother and brother was always beside me. They were encouraging me to recover. Days went, weeks went and then months. Each day it seemed God was blessing me with gifts.

The doctors were right alxiut the fact that I had a long way to go. It had been 54 days since my injury. 1 had lost 10 pounds

At last my dream partially turned into reality. The day was a memorable one. The doctor opened mv plaster and told me that 1 could start walking al ter a week or so. I was eagerly waiting for that day when 1 would be able lo walk. I recall every detail of the time I took my first shower. The feeling of that cool glorious stream of water running down my face was one of the most delicious sensations I'd ever felt.

At last my dream turned into reality. 1 started to walk. Wlie»K

pul my feel down on the floor. 1 was so scared. My heart was pounding. My father, mother and brother helped me to walk It was painful and also painstaking. My family was anxious that I might fall down 'cause 1 couldn't balance my body properly.

My dream did turn into reality. The dream which I'd thought about countless times as I had lain down in hospital beds staring up at the ceiling.

I then went to my dentist and he opened all the wires from my mouth. He also removed the metal plate I was fully all right.

It has all been so unreal. Today as I sometime stand in my verandah, watching birds flying in the sky seeing the breeze Ix'iid the trees above me. I wonder Has all this really hap-pened to me?

As proofs I've a scar on my leg. where there was a fracture: and there are scars where the screws went in. through my jaw. They'll I*’ there forever, I guess.

For a long time, I didn t think about the fact that I’d never be like before, that part of my life was behind me. I sometime see photographs of mine where I was running, jumping and doing skillful activities. 1 look at the pictures recalling about each ot those moments and all they meant to me.

I know how it was a kind of mourning, a stage I had to go through before 1 could-truly leave those times behind, and go about the business of moving

People want to know if I ever ask: Why me? When I look back and remind myself of where I've been of where I was only a matter of months ago. where I was years ago. and all the blessings I've received throughout my Hie. with so much life still ahead of me. how could 1 ask: Why Me?

If I've learned anything from my experience, it s that the Lord is with us if we falter. He is with us if we fail. He is with us when we break, and He can help make us whole.

I've also learned that all of life is a blessing. That realization has been a real miracle