I got home and said hi to my parents. I went to my room and laid down on the bed feeling excruciated. I could feel my heart pumping like crazy. The hump on my back pressed against the spring bed. Sweat that was once trickling on my scalp dampened my hair. Why am I so tired these days? Why am I so exhausted? Why isn't anything going my way?! I felt use-less. I stood up and grabbed my clean clothes and took a shower.
How could it be, Hannah? Out of all chances, how could it be? Why do you have to have things not like what you wanted? Will you ever have your dreams come true? What am I doing, God? I thought as I drifted off to sleep without knowing what was going to happen the next hours. Chapter 1 happened.
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After the surgery, absolutely nothing was going my way. All my dreams disappeared to thin air and here I am like an invalid in a wheelchair. Seriously everything wasn't going my way. Actually, I'm not invalid. It's just that I needed a few months to get used to sitting and I need armrests. But I can't run, can't do ballet, can't do Pilates for a year. I may seem cranky, but how exasperated would you feel if NOTHING was going your way? And at that point, I started to feel sick of everything, and questioned God. 'Why are You doing this to me?'
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Non-FictionI got to what seemed like trouble, but actually a blessing in disguise, an uncomfortable grace. "In life, you have to realise, that if nothing works your way, it's because God's way is better,"~Hannah, in 'What If...', by WriterandSpy It's my first...
