Lost

They said, "In life, you'll find a few people who will meant so much for you that whatever they did, you'll still LOVE THEM."

Some people would say, "Life is too long to be decisive. Everyday is a new day, and every story is a new chapter. And in each chapter, the character will always change - despite who the hero might be."

My story started off by money problem and end up causing my life twisted in many way. In short of food, the needs of buying books and fee payment due date is coming near. Worst came, as for the next 13 days, truth behold as I ran into problem with my friends. Registration of my course goes wrong till the very end. Problem in my study as I kept staring blank in the class. Things get even more and more painful when I found out the person I trust most, relied more and hope wholeheartedly hate me. With no one else to be seek, for my first stage of pain - I cried.

My first hero is a stranger. As my roommate mistakenly said how visible I am with my pain and I can't quite remember how did I end up in this one girl room and started crying and telling story that I never wanted to tell as my heart get heavier but somehow the burden is being lifted by two person. I was saved

My next hero is my brother. Dear God, for what you gave me, I shall be grateful for this creature you bonded me with. In the days of my hunger, my brother helped me a lot. Within this stage, my heart already drown in tears. He transferred 'a few' money, in his words, that would be enough for a month of food supply. I was blessed

During the climax, the limit and the breakdown of my weeks, my roommate helped me and support me without being told of what is happening in my life. As my life came to the dark when I decided that money have blocked my two weeks holiday and the only holiday we had for the next four months, this girl came in and offered me her laptop as my entertainment for next two weeks of boredness regardless the fact that she would be more miserable without it. Touched, by this young creature heart

Being given food, being given money and love I can't repay. For every each day I count my blessings .

Two hours before the departure of everyone, a few second after my roommate asked me "Are you sure you are not going home?" , my phone received a call from home. My mom is my biggest hero, my brother is my savior and my friends is my treasure - I am going home.

I cried.

 For the 19 days of crying.. I was blessed by those who loved me. For I was hated, I still smile and love others. As a young guy once said , 

"  When life hits you hard, make a good story out of it and be the hero. 

It's your story anyway  "

.. and this is my story and my heroes. Now I am going to be the last hero of my story. Unprepared, with a little money with no ticket and running out of time, I will not let a simple heart change to waste this heroes sacrifice. I am going and I will be coming back to give this people my words on the judgement day. 

Because I was saved, again :')

Thank you ............................................................................................................................