This is a true story.This is not my story but it affected me.Here was this boy ,stubborn,headstrong and somewhat spoilt .He was the centre of his family's existence.Doted on by a loving father,pampered by an adoring mother, cared for by all others.Let me call him Raoul.
He was loved and he knew it.He was the apple of his dad's eyes and he knew it.He was the darling of his mom and he knew it.He was growing up,safe & secure , in his world .When he wanted a toy , all he needed to do was ask!Sometimes not even ask..what would his parents not do just to see him smile.
Life was fun...life was a joy and life was easy!
Sadly ...not for long.
Suddenly all the love that he had known disappered.
The life he had known vanished.
He lost his father.. to a sudden death .
He lost his mother...in a manner of saying... to a terrible grief.
After a while his mother began to pick up the pieces of her life but it wasnt an easy job for her.Raoul felt lonely ,helpless and insecure.He would feel like this for months to come.....probably years.
Raoul gave in extreme temper tantrums..he was angry and violent with all the world...with god...with life itself.
Negativity & pessimism and a barely controlled temper were his constant companions.His mom would come out of her grief...look at him and would be heartbroken even more.
One day he came out of the haze..dazedness he was existing in since the day he had lost his father.For the first time in months he looked at his mother...that is really looked.What he saw shattered him even more....he spent the night thinking.
After a long look at his mother and a longer night two thoughts had taken possession of his mind.One, he would have to stop grieving ;two , he would have to star living...If he wanted the rest of his family to live too.
This would not only mean determination on his part but also
courage...an amazing amount of courage.
The next day it was time for a balanced , responsible and caring Raoul to wake up...and he did..
so i call him....a hero...
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