and stared at the light of a lantern shining outside the window. "Why is life so difficult?" - this was the only thing I thought at that moment. My body was not moving, only the tear rolled over the cheek and descended to the pillow. "Why do I have so many problems?" I thought.
Was it depression? No, I would not say so. For more than a year, I had not felt anything but pain. My body was chained to bed because of the terrible accident that happened a year ago.
That day I ran down the street after the exam, which turned out to be excellent. This exam was very important to me because he had to decide my fate. I dreamed of joining the university, new friends, new experiences and knowledge, but life has other plans. I ran home to tell my parents about the results of the exam and at that time my neighbor decided to drive me a car ...
I plunged into my mind, and suddenly I heard a strange melody. "Mr. Thomson plays again at the piano," I thought. He played the same melody every day, but something else was heard today. When I heard the first chords, my soul was filled with light and warmth, I was as calm as ever before. We often listened to this song with friends, sang and played it on a guitar or piano. I began to sing words that I remembered.I thought of my teen years when I was a very young girl and went to school. It seemed to me that I was back in the past, everything was so real ... I saw my friends, with whom we sometimes escaped from lessons, hiding in a small park near the school, where they played the guitar, sang songs and talked about life. I remembered my beloved teacher, whose lessons he loved so much. In front of my eyes there was a picture from the past, it was my first party, I was 16, I put on a beautiful red dress and for the first time I put on my heel shoes. It looked so funny, because I could not walk on them! I laughed ... Opened his eyes and smiled, he said: "Every moment of my life needs to be appreciated, that's what I understood now."
Mr. Thompson finished playing, and for the first time in a long time, I smiled so earnestly and felt really careless.
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