An Inspiration

It is unbelievable how one day a man whom you love so much is fine, and then the next he is on the brink between life and death. I have known Mr. Mark since I was eight years old and he is like a second father to me. He had been feeling tired for a while, but no one thought much of it. One day he went to the doctor and they told him his white blood cell count was not right. A few days later my mother told me he had leukemia; I broke down into tears.
He was put in the hospital and I was sent pictures of him being his normal self nothing but smiles! It gave me a false sense of reassurance. A few weeks later I went to visit him in the hospital. I was nowhere near prepared. I saw him lying in his bed bruised and so weak that he could barely sit up. I put on a fake reassuring smile. Once is stepped out of the hospital room I broke down into hysterical tears. I wish that was the worst that I saw him, but each time I came back he was worse and worse. He could not move, he sat there shaking in his bed literally waiting while the poison was injected slowly into his veins. How the doctors explained it was that they needed to kill a weed but in order to do that they had to kill everything and start fresh. In other words kill hi slowly but leave just enough of him so hopefully he could recover. This did not sit well with me. At that point I could not comprehend how killing him in anyway could help. It made no sense to me. When I thought he could not be any worse I would be shocked to find him just a little bit closer to death. Each time I visited him I could barley loom at him because I didn’t want to start crying and have him worry about me. Towards the end I was sure that he was going to die, that I would never have my Mr. Mark again.
Even when he was at his worst: bruised, shaking, pale, and lifeless he managed to be the sweetest patient. You could tell there was something different about him; he wished he could spend more time with his family but that if it was his time to go it was alright. He knew exactly where he was going and if God told him it was time he knew it was the right thing. He let his light shine in the darkest of situations and showed God to people when he was almost on his deathbed.
He is a remarkable man and this experience changed my life. You need to let the ones you love know how much they mean to you, and you can shine for God anywhere. Mr. Mark is an inspiration and a hero to me. I wish I could be more like him, so selfless and fearless. Throughout this whole ordeal when I visited him he would say things just to make me smile, as he lay in his bed shaking and sweating incessantly. He is in remission, and has recently gone back to work as a firefighter. Hundreds of people were praying for him; so if nothing else this shows everyone that God hears our prays!