And trust me, it is the last place on Earth where would you like to hear somebody
I turned and there she was, with crocodile tears falling from her eyes,all of 25 years old.
Her head down between her knees.
She seemed broken, destroyed, and hopeless.
And If I could do anything I would run to her!
I would fight for her as a lion!
I would said to her that she is stronger than she knows.
She just doesn’t know it yet.
But who I am and what can I do against cancer by just holding a brush in my hand?
I will paint on this wall.
“Come on! It is just a few cells, but you can beat them!
You can do it!”
There doesn’t have to be my face.
Just a silent shared act of support.
When she picks her head up I will be gone, but a part of me will always be on the wall to
Maybe I will be on the other side of the world, but I will still be with her.
This strength which will keep us together is called HOPE.
And where the hope is, there also the TRUST.
And where the trust is…
…there we can heal EVERYTHING.