Hope*

The truth is, some suffer more than most.

An example of this would be my friend Drew.

Drew underwent trauma a million times worse than mine. I say this with great confidence because I know it is true.

We were classmates in high school. We were friends with Claire and three others in English class, and we dubbed ourselves, “The Elite Lower Lefthand Side.” These people functioned as support as Drew attempted suicide on this very day 6/6, at 6am in 2011. I begged him to reveal why he was so sad. However, despite my incessant pleading, Drew knew that I was not ready to hear it.

Drew saved my life by obfuscating horrors from me when I was sixteen. My innocence protected me, and it saved me in a very literal way. If I had been privy to his childhood upon waking up from my accident, I would not have been driven to recover from my traumatic brain injury as well as I did, which was the restoration of probably 95% of what had been lost.

I would not have recovered as well as I did because my innocence allowed one essential emotion to fuel the willpower that enabled me to escape from that coma. This one essential emotion was hope. Had Drew not obfuscated his trauma from me at that time, I would not be fully ambulatory today.

Did you ever experience something where only hope drove you? What was it? Comment to let me know