My OperaMiracle
Friday, July 13, 2007 12:58:18 PM
Hi Christine and everyone else in the group. Yanik's father here again
with an update. The doctors say Yanik is officially out of the coma
(we knew this for almost a week now as we spend a lot more time with
him than they do). As of Monday he has been mouthing words, sentences,
complaints etc. His mind is clear and sharp. We now have to work on
his motor skills. I received his SAT results yesterday and was
confused as to what the scores meant so I asked him about it. He said
the maths was good, the English was good, the writing was no so good
but overall his marks were good. He knows exactly what is going on.
I will continue to update everyone as things happen and I get the time
to do so. Keep them in your prayers as this is what has allowed them
to reach this far. The doctors have all told me that he is a miracle
case. They did not think that he would survive.
Thanks to all who have them in their prayers,
Bernard
Alive... yes he's alive. Hell with SATs and college app. He's alive!
The image of him lying on the white drafted bed, in his ragged body, reminds me of the old day, with them in it. In that small and crowded room, the smell of sterilizer could not ease the stink of blood. Their bodies resembled wooden puppets. Patches here, breaking there. And how frightened, how insane their eyes were. The eyes pulling each and every stitch of life. And their weary, dying hands wanted to be raised - blood, Mommy, blood! I buried my face in your arms, terrified. Mommy, blood! Blood speckling where their fingers were supposed to be.
Mommy, I'm scared. Mommy, I'm crying. Yes, cry, my dear. How can you live without crying. See it through, my dear. Why don't you look at them? I want to forget all I had seen.
Mommy, I have forgotten. Not until now have I seen it again. Have I learned to cry again. Mommy, why did you wrap me in too tight a cocoon? And now, I think that life must have been classes in the morning, homework in the evening. And now, I think that life were college app, were SAT. Were the multi-function cell phone in my pocket, the Steinway piano on the other side of the window. Were the new, a-la-mode hairstyle from Japan. Were Him.
Why didn't I know that life is blood and tears. I'm living, but I'm not even close to understand what life is.
Mommy, why do human let their own society cheat on them? Why do they let society drive them blind about the real definition of life : being able to live.
Honey...
Who established standards? Why are prostitutes looked down and detested? How come humans have the right to criticize how another human treats her body? Who give them the right to assume that they deserved more respectability?
You always snuggle me in your arms and comfort me when I'm crying. You alwyas cry with me. Honey, why don't you cry by yourself? Why do you have to wait for me to shed tears? Honey, dare you not to cry?
Don't worry, I'm not Society. I'm not Mankind. I'm just a human. Cry, honey, how can you live without crying...
with an update. The doctors say Yanik is officially out of the coma
(we knew this for almost a week now as we spend a lot more time with
him than they do). As of Monday he has been mouthing words, sentences,
complaints etc. His mind is clear and sharp. We now have to work on
his motor skills. I received his SAT results yesterday and was
confused as to what the scores meant so I asked him about it. He said
the maths was good, the English was good, the writing was no so good
but overall his marks were good. He knows exactly what is going on.
I will continue to update everyone as things happen and I get the time
to do so. Keep them in your prayers as this is what has allowed them
to reach this far. The doctors have all told me that he is a miracle
case. They did not think that he would survive.
Thanks to all who have them in their prayers,
Bernard
Alive... yes he's alive. Hell with SATs and college app. He's alive!
The image of him lying on the white drafted bed, in his ragged body, reminds me of the old day, with them in it. In that small and crowded room, the smell of sterilizer could not ease the stink of blood. Their bodies resembled wooden puppets. Patches here, breaking there. And how frightened, how insane their eyes were. The eyes pulling each and every stitch of life. And their weary, dying hands wanted to be raised - blood, Mommy, blood! I buried my face in your arms, terrified. Mommy, blood! Blood speckling where their fingers were supposed to be.
Mommy, I'm scared. Mommy, I'm crying. Yes, cry, my dear. How can you live without crying. See it through, my dear. Why don't you look at them? I want to forget all I had seen.
Mommy, I have forgotten. Not until now have I seen it again. Have I learned to cry again. Mommy, why did you wrap me in too tight a cocoon? And now, I think that life must have been classes in the morning, homework in the evening. And now, I think that life were college app, were SAT. Were the multi-function cell phone in my pocket, the Steinway piano on the other side of the window. Were the new, a-la-mode hairstyle from Japan. Were Him.
Why didn't I know that life is blood and tears. I'm living, but I'm not even close to understand what life is.
Mommy, why do human let their own society cheat on them? Why do they let society drive them blind about the real definition of life : being able to live.
Honey...
Who established standards? Why are prostitutes looked down and detested? How come humans have the right to criticize how another human treats her body? Who give them the right to assume that they deserved more respectability?
You always snuggle me in your arms and comfort me when I'm crying. You alwyas cry with me. Honey, why don't you cry by yourself? Why do you have to wait for me to shed tears? Honey, dare you not to cry?
Don't worry, I'm not Society. I'm not Mankind. I'm just a human. Cry, honey, how can you live without crying...
