He was the Hungarian Champion under 9, the most talented player amongst all of us, at the entrance of a bright and cheerful future... But life is cruel and what he got was just pain instead of pleasure, therapies instead of laughter...
He was fighting hard against the beast called cancer and really with a triumph - doctors said he made it, as sound as a bell, a miracle happened. A year passed and Misi was doing well in his return to chess and school, only some pain in the back, but it was definitely because of the computer. Yes, too much sitting in front of the computer. He just had to use it less and play football more. Nothing was wrong.
But somehow the back pain didn't want to pass... a shooting pain... doctor comes... doctor finds... doctor states... "It is back, the malignant beast..." Misi takes up the gauntlet again, everybody is in worries but he is the one to tell you jokes even from his hospital bed. Young and joyful, knocking on life's door enthusiastically... Bang! bang! Why nobody hears? Knock! knock! He wishes to live, why can't you see? At the entrance of a bright and cheerful future... But since last night there is no glimmer of hope remained... just tears and sorrow... and the question: Why?!
He was fighting hard against the beast called cancer and really with a triumph - doctors said he made it, as sound as a bell, a miracle happened. A year passed and Misi was doing well in his return to chess and school, only some pain in the back, but it was definitely because of the computer. Yes, too much sitting in front of the computer. He just had to use it less and play football more. Nothing was wrong.
But somehow the back pain didn't want to pass... a shooting pain... doctor comes... doctor finds... doctor states... "It is back, the malignant beast..." Misi takes up the gauntlet again, everybody is in worries but he is the one to tell you jokes even from his hospital bed. Young and joyful, knocking on life's door enthusiastically... Bang! bang! Why nobody hears? Knock! knock! He wishes to live, why can't you see? At the entrance of a bright and cheerful future... But since last night there is no glimmer of hope remained... just tears and sorrow... and the question: Why?!
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A terrible loss of young life, and a question that you may never be able to answer.
Yes...
Tear shedding story but a wonderful piece of writing.
Thanks.
It is a very tantalizing story. It really is. God will help him, I'm sure!!
I hope you are right, Peti.
Nem próbálkozom meg azzal h angolul írjak, főleg h angol szakos vagy. Viszont nem tudom szó nélkül hagyni. Nagyon rég volt már h Misikét megismertem, és én csak az első műtét utáni bíztató híreket hallottam. Szőrnyű volt olvasni mi történt, bevallom el is sírtam magam. Megőrzöm magamban a mosolygós Misike emlékét, mindörökre..
Igen, szörnyű... Én tulajdonképpen még mindig nem tudom elhinni, hogy ez az egész egyáltalán megtörtént... "Na mi van, margitok?" - kérdezte mindig, kuncogva.. és én csak várom, hogy újra mondja...
Life is hard, but you must keep her memories.. :(
Yes, we are keeping his memory.. In fact, I still can't believe it's just the memory, and I'm not seeing him the day after...
:(
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