Have you ever had a dream, just one dream where you know that you will finally become something in life? Do you know what I'm talking about? It's that feeling where you know that you have this.. understanding that you have an ability to create something that no one else can, that you can use in life, something that you can be proud of. Now, take that feeling, and imagine it burning away as if it were a single piece of notebook paper.

The dream that you have had since you were old enough to realize that this is what you are going to do the rest of your life. That simple dream. Gone. Like that. In one single moment. Taken away from you and you have no control over it. You have no way to stop it. You have to sit back, and watch it slip out of you grasp. One moment you had it, the next. It's vanished.

Today, I went to the doctor. He told me that I might never regain the feeling in my right hand again. I may never be able to be what I want to become in life. All I've ever wanted to be was an artist. I want to draw. I want to be a potter and a photographer. I can't do anything unless I can get my hand to work. They don't know what to do. They said there is nothing that they can do about it.

Like that. Poof. My dream is gone. In an instant.