The Weak Became The Strong.

My mother developed leukemia when I was 13. It came swiftly and it didn't take long before she was only a shell of her former greatness. She would go into moments of coughing that would last for hours on end. One day I couldn't bear to hear it any longer so I told my mother that I was going out for a bit and that I would return shortly.

So I left her there all alone, coughing, wheezing and gasping for air. I was a selfish child and the thought of seeing my mother suffer was just too much. I had to get away. I came home later that day and realized that I had forgotten my keys. So I knocked on the door. There was no answer, I knocked again, this time louder than the first, still nothing. I lifted my hand to knock for a third time when I heard a faint voice coming from behind the door, "Help, help, I can't get up. I screamed, "Mother, mother, what's wrong, open the door!"

I stepped back determined to break the door down. As I prepared myself to lunge I heard the lock on the door turn. I rushed through the door and found my frail mother lying on the floor. "I can't get up, I can't walk, I am too weak", she exclaimed. "What do you want me to do, tell me mom, I will do anything." She looked up at me and said, "Carry me. You will have to carry me to the couch." Looking down at her I couldn't help but think that she was my rock, my strength. This was my mom, my protector, and now she was so helpless, so vulnerable.

I choked back the tears as best I could. I didn't want her to see me weak. I had to be strong for her. I crouched down put my arms around her and started to lift. She threw her arms around my neck, holding me with all the strength she had. Our eyes met and I could see the fear in hers. She pleaded with me, "Don't drop me, please don't drop me." I held her close, looked her in the eyes and with all the determination I could muster said, " I won't drop you mother. I will never drop you."

My mother died a few months after that incident. She left behind some memories like this, some I will never forget. But more importantly she left everlasting memories of hope, struggle, perseverance, strength and love. She may have lost her body to the ravages of this world but her soul grew stronger. I will never forget the day that for both of us THE WEAK BECAME THE STRONG.

By: Eric Richardville

Article Directory: http://www.articledashboard.com

You can visit my site at www.soupalaxy.wordpress.com