Victor, seven years old, had been lying in the hospital bed for days after his accident, not moving. The doctors were hopeful he’d recover, but couldn’t be sure. Victor’s parents waited alongside.
One morning, the boy’s eyes opened. “Where Victor? Why Victor here?” His parents cried tears of joy that their son had awakened. They hugged him as if they’d never let him go again.
“But, doctor, why is he referring to himself in third person?” Mom asked.
“Considering the accident, be thankful he’s talking at all.” The doctor’s face was firm, yet thankful.
Small steps go a long way.
One morning, the boy’s eyes opened. “Where Victor? Why Victor here?” His parents cried tears of joy that their son had awakened. They hugged him as if they’d never let him go again.
“But, doctor, why is he referring to himself in third person?” Mom asked.
“Considering the accident, be thankful he’s talking at all.” The doctor’s face was firm, yet thankful.
Small steps go a long way.
