As the sun rose, signaling a new day,new year, I thought, “Oh God,

my life is a mess.” Drugs had taken over my body, making it their own.Every second, I craved another hit. I was constantly itching, my body in

perpetual discomfort.

Then, my worst enemy, Mike, appeared. “Look at you,” he sneered.

“A perfect life never suited you. You smell like a pig.” His words was a

stung, In a fit of rage, I grabbed a small trash of a bin and swung it at him.

His bodyguards

restrained me, and Mike grabbed my chin, saying, “You’re nothing

but a piece of trash.”

Just when I thought he wasn’t satisfied with how much he’d broken

me, Arthur, Lisa, and Jake arrived and stopped him. They rescued me,

and Mike finally left. I was surprised to see Jake and Lisa here. They were

incredibly happy to see me, and I was happy too. But their faces showed

they had a purpose.

“What’s going on, guys?” I asked. They replied, “We’re taking you to

rehab. Your sister is with us. Whether you like it or not, you’re going.”

I laughed, thinking they were joking. “Rehab? Stop joking. I can’t go to

rehab. This is my life. Rehab or no rehab, I’m not going.”

They insisted, “We’re not asking you.” They called two men to catch

me, I tried to run away. But I didn’t have the energy to. They chased

me, and I found myself on a highway. All I could hear was the sound of

tires screeching. Suddenly, a car hit me with a force that sent me flying

through the air. It felt like an eternity before I crashed back down to the

ground.

The impact was brutal. I landed headfirst, and the pain was

indescribable. Blood pooled around me, and I couldn’t move. My vision

blurred, and the world around me faded into darkness. It was as if

someone was holding me, but I knew it was just the shock and pain

taking over. All I could hear was Arthur shouting for help. My eyes

slowly closed as he tried to keep me awake, but I couldn’t. The ambulance

arrived and took me to the hospital. I couldn’t believe that after months

of living on the streets and suffering, I now found myself in the hospital.

After a few minutes, the doctor came and told my friends that I was in a critical state and had lost a lot of blood. The chances of me surviving

were low. There came a question: who will donate blood for me?

The doctor had also said that due to the patient’s drug use, it would

be unlikely for them to quit unless taken to rehab. “I will call her sister,”

said Lisa. My sister came after she heard the news and almost fell apart.

She was tested but wasn’t a match. Two of my friends were tested as well,

and to my surprise, Arthur was the one who became my blood donor.

First, he was my lost friend, and now he’s saving my life.

I stayed in a coma for six months. When I woke up after seven

months, all I could see was a blur. I was disoriented and asked,

“Where am I?” Then I saw Arthur and asked, “Who are you? What have

you done to me?” At the same time, I realized I couldn’t feel my legs. “Oh

God, what’s going on?” I shouted. Arthur called the doctor, who injected

me, and I fell asleep again.

Arthur asked the doctor, “Why doesn’t she remember anything?”

The doctor replied, “You should calm down. This happens to some

patients after waking up from a coma. We just have to wait and see what

happens when she wakes up again.” “Okay,” Arthur said. As I woke up, I

saw Arthur sleeping in the chair beside me. Seeing him like that broke my

heart. He woke up when he noticed I was awake and immediately called

my sister and the doctor.

The doctor arrived, examined me, and asked me some questions,

which I answered. The worst part was when he told me I was paralyzed

and would never walk again. I asked him, “Who are these people? Why

are they here?” He replied, “Don’t you remember them?” I said no. My

sister, distressed, asked the doctor why I couldn’t remember her. Arthur

was devastated.

The doctor explained that I had hit my head hard on the floor when

the car hit me, and my brain would recover on its own .The doctor called

them in his office when she is discharged, I want to focus on her medical

assessment and treatment. And she will be doing physical therapy it will be crucial, and working with a physiotherapist it will help design a

rehabilitation program tailored to her needs.

This program will include: Gait Training, Strengthening Exercises,

Balance and Coordination Exercise, Mobility Training and Additionally,

we need to be aware that she might experience withdrawal symptoms

from the drugs she was taking. And she will experience drug withdraw

symptoms such as Sweating, chills, headaches, nausea, vomiting, muscle

pain, and sleep problems. Irritability, mood swings, confusion, poor

concentration, and cravings.

To manage withdrawal she must be in medical supervision, she must

take her medications it will help her reduce symptoms. Hydration and

nutrition is important.

And there must be someone who will be close to her 247 Doctor,

that’s a lot,” she said. “Don’t worry, I will take care of her, and she will be

back on her feet again.”

“Oh, Arthur, you have been there for my sister… I think this is a lot

for you,” she said .

“Don’t worry, I’ll handle everything. You are so kind.”

While they were still in the doctor’s office, three strangers

entered—Mike and my parents. Mike, a tall man with a stern expression,

had always been a source of tension in the family. My parents, who had a

complicated relationship with me, stood behind him, looking concerned

but distant.

“Who do we have here?” Mike said. “My child… Who are you

people, and what do you want here? Leave, get out!”

Arthur heard me and came with the doctor, ordering them to leave.

Before leaving, Mike said, “Looks like you have found yourself a new

son-in-law.”

My sister then exclaimed, “Oh, for heaven’s sake, take your piggy self

out of here! This is not your shack palace where you came from. Leave!”

After they left I had a sharp pain in my head.It was like a reflection

of memory of those people who came to see me.I wondered who are they

.Few weeks pasted here comes a day I was discharge ………Arthur came

and he was like iam here to take you home ….i laughed ….you taking me

home you must be crazy ……..i know you lost your memory and you can’t

remember me ……but I was there when days are dark …………I was also

there when you needed a shoulder to cry on ……do you remember the day

we spend new year together …….he said …..i tried hard to remember but I

couldn’t.”

The doctor discharged me, and Arthur took me to his apartment,

where my sister and friends were waiting. His apartment was like a

palace, and he showed me my room next to his. He cared for me like an

infant,he was cooking, washing clothes, and attending to all my needs.

One night, while I wanted to use the toilet, I lost control and fell and

I hitted by my head . Arthur rushed to my side,he waked me up and I

called his name .i was like why can’t I feel my legs he calmed me down

and he reminded me of the car accident. Tears flowed as he explained

everything. I begged him to buy me a joint, thinking it would ease my

pain. But Arthur, with patience and kindness, refused, warning me that

drugs would only lead to more problems. And I should try to quit

In a fit of frustration, I shouted at him, but he calmly cleaned me up

and left. Even when I threw food in his face, he continued to care for

me. His selfless love and support were a beacon of hope in my darkest

moments.”he never cared whether I messed my self up…..for not going to

the toilet….he would help me with love and I was ashamed……..

“Every day, I sat on my bed, taking my medicine, and fighting

addiction. It was a long and challenging journey, but with Arthur’s

support, I progressed. Sometimes, it meant going to see a doctor, but I

was determined to overcome my struggles. And finally, after 6 months, I

successfully fought addiction!

Arthur’s encouragement and care extended beyond physical

recovery. He insisted I start therapy, which helped me develop self-love and self-acceptance. I was grateful for his unwavering support and

friendship.At first I refused but he forced meto do it cause I had no

choice than to do it finally I did it .Therapy helped me to overcome the

burden that was in my shoulder.

“I began physical therapy, and it was tough. I didn’t have that hope of

walking again. one day, while I was sitting out side ,my sister visited me,

beaming with joy. She was thrilled to see my progress and brought good

news to share. She called Arthur and my friends, and we all connected.

My sister reminded me of the interior design company I had started

while dating Mike. I thought I had lost it, but she revealed a surprise:

the company was still mine, as it was registered under my name And to

my astonishment, it was making millions of rands!…I was like how come

didn’t Mike know about the company ..only to find out my sister saved

my company by making it hers

I was speechless, I wish I could hug you all ,my friends cheered

and congratulated me. Jim joked, “A blow of kisses will do,” and we all

laughed. Then, Arthur shared shared some good news: a well-known

company had offered a business proposal, and we would be heading to

the USA for a meeting. We are going to Paris! I was like what tell me you

are joking. Ohhh no darling…….some of us don’t know Paris….we’ll some

of us know it as I have a brother who lives in the state Arthur said..

Look whose talking said Jim

Chears to the knew beginning of a knew journey.

We all cheered, and Arthur thanked my sister for her kindness. I was

overwhelmed with gratitude and couldn’t wait to embark on this new

adventure. We raised a toast to new beginnings and a brighter future.

Cheers!”I was so happy even tears where rolling with joy .