just spoken thoughts

When you have good things happening in life around you, you don’t really seek for explanations. Everything seems just and adequately comfortable.

I had not known Sandra for long. It was exactly a year ago when we first met. She was just seventeen then and nothing different from an average teenager.

She had plans in life. Plans to travel. Plans to paint a masterpiece. Plans to publish a book of her poems. She had plans to keep her focused towards loving her life as much as she could.

I had a tumor inside my brain for seven years before I found it out when I fainted on the escalator that evening three years ago. Three times, I got it operated but it came back again every time. It was like a destiny waiting to happen. Soon, I started losing my sight and within a year, I was technically blind.

Six months ago, after I got operated for the fifth time, I received a call from Sandra’s father. Something I never expected happened that evening.

Sandra was in the same cancer ward with me. Her blood cancer was detected in the incurable stage. For a seventeen year old, she never seemed begging for any moment of life. She was life.

Before Sandra lost her battle with her destiny, she donated her eyes to me. This was her last wish. This was her last plan.

My tumor never returned after I started seeing the world again with her eyes. She was the explanation for my life. She was the life.

Yes, I have seen angels. They are not the ones who do miracles. They are the ones who teach you to live another day.

(This short story was written to celebrate the lives of those beautiful people who donate their body parts for letting someone live again.
Also, this story is about the courage of the people who fight cancer with all the support of their family members.)