Impossible is nothing

When my only child was having a high fever and the specialist told me that he was seriously ill, I became weak. My son was one and a half years old that time. It was only one week after Eidil Fitri. It was in 2005. Yes, i still remember it. People were still in hari raya mood. We were in Seremban General Hospital. After the specialist explained everything about my boy, i just kept quiet. i was speechless. i didn't know what to say and what to ask. After the specialist and the doctors team left, i walked slowly to the musolla (surau) . I didn't know why i was going to that place. But when i opened the door, i saw my mother. Straight away i went to her, hugged her legs and cried. i just cried and cried. Then i heard someone asked my mother. She had a soft voice . She asked my mother why i was crying. My mother told her that my son was seriously ill. Then my mother asked her why she was there. Calmly she told my mom that she was a cancer patient. I was shocked and looked at the lady. She was staring at me and looked worried. I wiped my tears and the tears didn't drop anymore. it's like my last tears. My mom and she had a chat. i just kept quiet. Before I left the musolla, i looked at the lady and promised to myself that i wanted to be like her; strong, calm and be positive. i would do my best to make my son healthy again and Alhamdulillah, he is eighteen years old now. Thank you Allah, thank you to my mother and thank you to the lady. Impossible is nothing.