Once a lost man had wandered through the streets, that man had heard Martin Luther King Jr’s speech. “I have a dream, a big dream in fact.” the man muttered in the alley, but no one had heard it, he was of no use to anyone and he did not long for fame, just recognition.
Most of his friends had abandoned him when he fell, but a few had still remained supportive. His loss could not be compared to anything else he had lost through the years of his life. This was so far his biggest fall.
The friends aided him, stood beside him, where his life was in the darkest of times. Stress was amounting on the man and the journey he had made to come to this point, had now been his obstacle. Yet those few friends remained and told him to combat and overcome his fears, it was never too late. The man climbed back up with help. Their selfless contributions of empathy had touched him and he was ready, even to go through heck and hell.
At the dead of night, his looming shadow had returned to him and his cloak swished as he confidently strolled. The broken sword had been mended and he slowly but surely finished off his enemies in his mind but fell to physical obstacles. He planned for a month and he finally defeated the boss.
As he moved on to where he called a better place, he sought for better there and rose up to challenges voluntarily and from the original weakness of the man’s life, had become strong through the years of practice and persistence. Determination proved effective…He had gotten what he wanted, and the man had another dream,
to INSPIRE
the hearts of others, to rise up to challenges and obstacle voluntarily and unfazed by it. He could only fulfil his next dream by doing that himself so as to inspire others by his hard work.
That man…was me…
-The Good Writer
Why was I suddenly so touched when I read this