The Will to Live
I looked at the boy, and I quivered inside,
repulsed by his scars and his skin.
His left eye was missing, and the lines of his mouth
froze into a permanent grin.
For he had been mauled by a couple of bears
on a wooded, remote mountain trail.
His father fought off one bear with a club,
the other one he would impale.
For months the young boy would be flirting with death,
life hanging by merely a thread.
But he was a fighter, and struggle he did.
He refused then to live with the dead.
With a strong will of iron and a deep seated faith,
he showed the world there was a place
for him with a role model’s part he could play----
and nobody noticed his face.
When talking to him, you envisioned the man--
the man he was destined to be.
You saw his strong heart and the depth of his soul.
This was all that you needed to see.