It was something about the way that child looked at me,
Yearning,
Begging,
Hoping,
It was the ray of hope in the little boys eyes that never went dim, despite his escalating pain.
He fought,
He pushed,
He prayed,
All he needed was one chance,
a chance to make things right, a chance to correct all the wrong everyone made him think he'd done.
His soul was broken.
He watched both his mom and brother die,for an unworthy cause, hunger. All he had left was his younger sister. He hustled beyond his limits,gave her as much as she needed. A little ray of hope shone.
He was without guidance, protection and love. He'd been stripped. His Dad left and never came back. His worn out raffia mat got soaked with tears every night as he went to sleep.
He had torture for breakfast, pain for lunch, and a two-course meal of anguish and regret for dinner. He lost his job that was barely paying , so he was back where he started out, probably even worse, because now he had bills piled up to the ceiling. He felt empty, His sister had just fallen ill with no money for treatment.
He finally got a job today, and was able to apply for his salary in advance. When he got home, his sister had passed on. The pain was beyond him. He realized he had hit rock bottom.
At the office, a couple of colleagues spoke about GOD to him, he decided to give it a try. The very next Sunday he went to church, and gave his life to Christ, within months he had his life back. He didn't get his old family back, but he did get a new one though.
He is currently on his way to his youngest son's soccer practice.
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