We grumble and we complain. We rue our ‘bad’ luck, convince ourselves we’re cursed and blame everything on stupidities.
And then you read about a young girl’s ordeal in her so-young age and you just shut up and stop.
For whatever we feel at our worse, nothing, NOTHING, compares to the suffering of a child in the eyes of the cruel monster called illness.
You then see pictures of the young girl, with a big smile on her face, hugging her parents and playing around, and you know you must set your priorities straight, thank God for whatever situation you are in, and pray with every bit of your being, for the young girl with a big heart.
I know the girl and I know her parents. They live just up the road from my mother’s home yet we’ve only seen her in her push-chair a couple of times because she left Gozo so early in her life because of her condition. She’s spent half of her life away from her home and set up a new one in a hospital.
Thankfully the money has been raised, the people were exceedingly generous. Now all that is left is for us to pray. Pray for the little girl to go back home and enjoy her childhood.
It breaks my heart to think she’s only yet three, yet endured so much. Too much.
Keep strong Leah!
- Baby’s life is on the line (timesofmalta.com)