20211109 : the Promise
When I was lying in the hospital - probably 2 months into my stroke. I used to lay thinking away into the night. Anyway my sleep cycle was all over the place and it used to be a miracle if I fell asleep for 2 hrs.. I had just started to move my toes and fingers on my left side. I could feel nothing on my right. On one of those nights, I prayed to God to somehow restore movement on the right side. (That was my dominant side and I couldn't imagine life without it). I made a promise that I will give my best to somehow strengthen it and not give up if I got that movement back . Now, 32 months later, I don't know if there is a God, or a Creator or a Supreme Power or some other equivalent... The promise I made, has turned internal. I have cheated a number of times in my exams. Mostly for the thrill of it. On a few occasions genuinely out of desperation. In adult life, there have been many instances where I have found a convenient excuse - to not do something. The excuses seem very ge