He made it happen by Eila Nourisson
Can't remember my age then, but i had to be quite a lot
under seven as i was
taken to children's home at seven and this happened much before.I was also
small enough to be carried by someone.
Anyway i'll remember in the end of my life that beautiful doctor who took
care of me, at the hospital.I needed just trivial operation but as i came
from very poor backround - materially, intellectually and emotionally - i
was extremely scared and suffered of deprivation.
I was left alone at the hospital, visited by no one of my family.I remember
how ashamed i was because i felt dirty, smelly, stupid, ugly and
lonely.Just nothing else but rubbish.Because of that i became also neglected
by nurses on the ward.Can well remember them talking loudly how stupid my
parents were and what kind of person i'll be in future.
That beatiful human being, can't remember his face or age, made habit to
come and visit to me every day.He did carry me on the ward and told how
beautiful life is.He took me in front of window and showed me landscape,
birds and sun.He told me that when i'm going to be old enough, i have chance
and rights to choose direction of my own life and it's going to be beautiful
and exciting adventure and there is no person who can take the beauty of my
life away.
When i was finally about to leave hospital that doctor visited one last
time.He did bring a small mirror with him, roses and my name written on
silver panel on back of it.It was most beautiful object i had ever seen
before.Then he turned mirror and asked me to look at it.He told me that what
i could see from the mirror was very beautiful and i must not ever forget
that.He asked me to look at the mirror every single day and remember his
words.
Unfortunately the mirror was taken away from me as soon as my stepfather
realized what i was doing, but no one, no one could never ever take away
what that beautiful person gave me mentally...
He has been about 50 years in my mind.And will be forever.
With best regards, Eila Nourisson