CHICKEN SOUP: GOLD-MEDAL WINNER

  The story is all about Rick and Matthew. Rick is a gold-medalist winner of lifting weight while Matt is an ordinary boy born with an illness called muscular dystrophy, a hereditary muscle diseases that weakens the muscles that move the human body.


 However, growing up with this illness did not let Matt stopped from hoping and dreaming. He didn't cared about how his classmates made fun of him because of his condition. All he cared about is  his hopes for the future, and how one day he would lift weights with Rick.


 When Rick was asked by the principal to pay a visit to him, Matt did not waste his time telling him about this. He even told Rick that someday, when he gets to Olympics, he too, will get a medal and showed it to him.


 Unfortunately, Matt did not made it. Below was the letter that Matt had written to Rick.

 INDEED! MATT'S A CHAMPION! He may have all the reason to stop dreaming, believing, yet he didn't. He is an example of a true fighter. He should be an inspiration to all especially to those who are down, to those who have thought of giving up. Life's not a piece of cake. Struggles come and most of the time, we think that it's not fair.


 But we should remember, as long as we're living, there's hope! There's our Lord God who is with us all the way!


 Continue dreaming and believing and do your best to achieve it. Turn this dream into reality and let no one sop you from doing this. As long as you know you're not stepping nor hurting anyone, go and live your dream! 




















--iamcarolfierce

The dream that woke me up

  The scene was jumping, like that of a movie. I was spreading garlic and salt all over the floor, believing there’s a supernatural creature moving around our place. Then, all of a sudden, I was with my mom and sister. They were both sleeping, but my sister was making an annoying noise. I woke her up, but she didn’t respond to my call. She was moving wildly and screaming, yet she’s still sleeping. I believe she’s having nightmares. I was shouting her name, telling her to wake up but she didn’t. She turned out cold and pale.

 Then everyone was crying, shouting her name. We saw her soul, walking towards us. And then I grabbed her (soul), brought her outside, and tried to revive her with an unprofessionally done CPR. Good heavens! I heard her breathing, her fingers moved as well. Water came out from her mouth and she’s back to life! I hugged her, and thank God she’s alive.

  You may not be getting what I’m trying to tell, but what I have here is a dream. A really bad dream that woke me up bursting into tears. It felt so real that I was literally crying and telling our good Lord to not take my family away from me. Not now, not ever. Yes, it really is a selfish wish since no one could really go against God’s will. He could take anyone he can, when his/ her time is over.  And all that we can do is mourn, reminisce and wish that departed loved-ones of ours were once here with us.

 We say death is really inevitable. No one knows when our time will come. So, if we still have our time to live and be with our family, friends and special someone, take all the time to be with them, make them happy and tell all the things that we could only say through text, emails or worst, our minds only. There’s nothing wrong with telling your mom or dad about how much you love them, nor to your sister about how much you care about them. But if you can’t be with them, a text or call won’t hurt, right?

 After all, we all know how much life is short and that there’s always a way on how we can show our love and care for everyone. Why not grab this opportunity to hug, kiss, hang out and make our family and friends happy.

 This morning was both sad and wonderful at the same time. I just had a dream that woke me up not only physically but as well as mentally and emotionally. It made me realize a lot of things such as the importance of my family. I felt really bad about that dream but, I was thankful at the same time. I really thought a loving sister had passed away. Good thing, it was only just a dream.

Writing: My passion, my dream that is yet to come true.

  I always knew I was born to write! I knew it! My heart and my mind bears with me. However, I feel like it was just a dream, to become an author of a best selling book, nor to have my writings published.

 Way back in primary and secondary years of schooling, I used to write poems. Some teachers also find me excelling in writing essays and articles. I had also been an Editor-In-Chief at our school newspaper. Until now, I'm still writing short stories, poems and novel.

 I had also registered myself on an online writers group. I entered some of my poetry in some contests and unfortunately, none of those entries won. I still feel lucky and happy with this site though, because most of my writings received feed backs. Some maybe negative reviews however, I found those very helpful in my writings.

 How I really wish to become a professional writer. When I was in high school, my ambition is to become a journalist but my dad was against it so I took HRM instead. I still regret not fighting for it. Well, It's my choice anyway so life must still go on.

 I know I can still make this dream of mine come true even if I'm not in the field of writing. I know I could still write and let everyone know about this, but how?

 I write very seldom now. Unlike before, ideas rarely crossed my mind and I can't finish what I've started. I lack motivation, I lack inspiration and I lack confidence. Only few people liked my writings and the saddest part is, even the ones closed to me don't appreciate it. Whenever I think of it, it made me so down.

 But this passion inside me keeps on igniting. It pushes me up and made my hopes high. I know I should blame no one except myself. After all, it's me who's writing, right?

 So the solution to my problem? Go online and look for motivation. Thanks Google! I found this very good article about writing. This made me write again, go on and believe in myself. As what have the ever famous Justin Bieber said, "Never say never!"

 I may not still know what my forte in writing really is but all I know is that, I write because I love doing this. It's a part of me that no one can take away. Even if no one's there for me, writing will be my first love and my best friend.

 So, for all of those who's into writing or even those who have dreams, remember this. Keep on believing and keep on pushing yourself to reach it. There may come a time when all you have is yourself and everything seems to fall into pieces. Still, fight! Life's tough but keep your head up! After all, no one's gonna help you except yourself. Discover yourself. Live for your passion.

  Dreams should not only stay as a dream. Go on, turn it into reality.

--iamcarolfierce