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(self development) :

             The story I want to share with you guys is the time I got massive big scar right across my chest. This happened on a one fine evening years earlier. At that time, I was 4 years old. I was way younger than I am now, stupid and consequences never came close to my mind. I once saw my uncle smoked in front of me. He used a lighter to light his cigarette. And by that view, I felt like trying. That’s kind of silly for a 4 years old, right? Without thinking, I simply grab the lighter he used earlier and light it up. Without prepense, the fire from the lighter started to incinerate my shirt.

               In a split second, my body was covered with blazing fire. And I was afraid. Of course. I mean really afraid. Blood was oozing from my burnt skin. That was freaking hurt. Beyond all other hurt that you guys ever felt before. I felt like almost die. I was in so much pain, I cried really loud and my father, brumously ran to get me. He was wickedly surprised seeing me like that. I’m his son, obviously he’ll act like that. He quickly ripped the fiery shirt i was wearing. Next, he rushed me to a clinic nearby our house to get me treated. Unfortunately, that clinic didn’t take serious injuries that need surgeries. My father swiftly drove me to the hospital and I was placed in icu.

            The doctor told my father that I needed surgery. Without wasting any precious time, he agreed. They quickly did the surgery on me and I was put in ward for a month. I still can remember my father said to me before the surgery. He said, “son, this is temporary. God loves you. That’s why He put you in this situation. You’ll be fine. I promise. I’ll wait for you.” His words really calm me. And that too, help me go through the surgery.

              After that horrible surgery, I was put in observation for another two weeks. That means I can’t get back home already. I’ve to stay in that same ward again. My parents and siblings kept visiting me. Especially my father. He slept outside the ward to look after me. He didn’t leave me at all. Plenty of time. My aunts and uncles also came to see me. They brought me foods and toys. I was a kid back then, I’ll be happy to see them bringing me toys of course. It helps me to forget about the pain I was suffering from. 

             It took me 14 years to get over that hell of a tragedy, seriously. Since then, I never spoke about this to almost everyone. Everytime I recall about that tragedy, I’ll be very terrified. That tragedy tought me that fire isn’t something you can play with. It is very dangerous and hazardous and also cautious. To you guys out there, my advice is be careful when you’re playing with fire. Cause fire doesn’t recognize its’ prey. Sure you can call me a liar if you don’t believe me. But don’t come back to me, on your knees, regretting you disobey me. Trust me, I’ve been there folks.

             

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