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Nothing to Tell
Submitted by Anonymous
I used to think my life was boring. That no one would be interested in anything I have to say. That my life is just like anyone else’s, regular, not special, nothing worth telling.
But then I remembered this.
When I was 7 years old, I got a cut on my foot from running barefoot in the park behind our house. It seemed small at the time, the kind of thing kids don’t think twice about. But it turned into a serious infection.
I ended up in the hospital for three weeks.
The antibiotics weren’t working. They kept trying different ones, but the infection was resistant. I remember feeling incredibly weak, like my body didn’t belong to me anymore. Everything felt heavy. Quiet. Distant.
My parents later told me that I had to be put into an induced coma.
I don’t remember that part at all.
But I do remember this,
I remember feeling sick. And I remember hearing a voice.
“I will never let you go, my baby, you will wake up”
My mom held my hand every day, and said those words to me.
And I remember music.
My dad loved to play piano. Not professionally, just because he loved it. While I was in the hospital, he started making up songs for me. Sitting there, next to me, playing as if I could hear him.
One song, especially. He called it “Until Forever.”
He played it for me over and over while I was in the coma.
Three weeks later, I woke up.
Slowly, like coming back from somewhere far away. My body was weak, but I was there again. Present.
And when I woke up, I was humming.
The song. Somehow… I heard it, while unconscious.
It was the same song my dad had been playing all those days, “Until Forever.”
I carried it back with me. No one taught it to me.
And the first thing I said to my mom was:
“Thanks for never letting me go”
Her hand was still wrapped around mine.
So even though I wasn’t aware, at least not in the way we understand awareness, I was still there.
I heard. I felt. I knew.
That time in the hospital changed something in me, even if I didn’t realize it right away.
Because maybe our lives aren’t as ordinary as we think.
Maybe the quiet moments, the unseen moments, the ones we don’t even fully remember, are the ones that shape us the most.
So, maybe my life isn’t as boring as I thought. I was in a coma, I had a major infection, I heard and felt while I was in a coma. Wow, that is something!
If we take the time to reflect, we’ll discover we do have something to say, and a personal story to tell.
Sometimes we just have to think back hard enough to find it.
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