The Human Spirit

(May I dedicate this to all the unsung heroes)

The Cambodian children with artificial limbs, victims of land mines, happily playing soccer.
Bomber, the ex-soldier and mine clearer, who triumphed over alcoholism and the scars of war, to give his service to the country he fought against. And his mate, Roy, another veteran, who lost his wife, yet found strength to devote himself to a new cause.
Like Roy, the many of us who have lost a loved one, and go on living.
The cancer victims who live the highs and lows of the disease and the treatment.
The people who battle cancer, depression, divorce, loss of job; and still survive.
The carers and the survivors.
The volunteers.
Donating an organ to a stranger, or to anybody.
Bravery beyond the call of duty.
The supermums who have to be mother, wife, wage earner, chef, housemaid, gardener, teacher, and the strength of the family.

(This is going to be a long list!)

The single mother who raised five kids. One of them, my friend, is a PhD from Cambridge University.
The parents who live away from their family, earning money to feed the family
The many senior citizens who live alone.
The poor who live with hope.
The victims of violent crimes.
The people with disabilities. Among many, people like Stevie Wonder and the late Ray Charles, who gave so much to music and us.
Nelson Mandela, through his years in prison, to emerge victorious and gracious.
The ones who dare to dream of a better home, a better life, a better world.
The students who try so hard.
Babies learning to walk.

You.
Me.
We all have it. The human spirit. Don’t underestimate it.

Till next time.