Where a flash mob of folks spend five minutes all writing on the same topic and then share ‘em over @thegypsymama.
This week the word is brave.
What is brave? One day, he woke up and felt a mass in his right cheek. He wondered what it could be. There was no doctor to visit. There was no dentist to visit. He shrugged his shoulders and carried on with life. He was a football player for his country. He was really good because he had been playing his whole life. Playing football is every boy’s dream in this nation. As time went by, the mass grew larger. Soon the mass began to distort his facial features until he was no longer comfortable in public. He gave up playing football for his nation, packed his things, and moved back to his boyhood home. His mama welcomed him with open arms. She was not going to let a tumor quench her love for her son. Days passed. Life became more a struggle to survive. Soon he wasn’t able to eat anymore. He could barely breathe. But each day he woke up, he got out of bed, got dressed, and plugged through the day. When he was almost to the end of his very short life, a ship came. He managed to get to the screening. The surgeon said, We can help you. Two months passed. The enormous tumor was excised. The man could live again. He left the city to return to his boyhood home, his mama at his side. He smiled and said thank you as the truck drove away.