I know a lot of young people follow me so, take 5 minutes off your Sunday evening and read this, I’ll give you what I genuinely believe to be the best advice anyone could possibly give you
I must warn you, it’s neither what you want to hear nor particularly pleasant, but regardless of your initial thoughts upon hearing it, all I ask is for you to keep reading until you reach the end of this tweet
My advice is the following; during your next vacation, or on weekends if you happen to be working, offer your help, free of charge, to either a hospice, an orphanage, or a kids hospital
No single experience has had a more profound impact on my life than being surrounded by sick kids throughout my childhood
As awful as it is to say, or as my mom would rather say it “there is positivity to be found in the deepest pit of hell”, it was the determining factor in the little success I’ve achieved so far in my existence
You might not understand the value of it yet, and that’s alright. Some lessons do not arrive when they are spoken to you. They arrive later, when life has tested you enough for the meaning to finally land. But I promise you one thing, one day when you look back, you will understand exactly why those moments mattered
See, for many of us in the western world, life has become comfortable, perhaps too comfortable at times. And when you live surrounded by comfort, it becomes easy to lose perspective, easy to believe your pain is the end of you, or worse, it becomes easy to give up
You cannot fathom the amount of times I stood an inch from giving up and the only thing, only as in THE thing, that held me back was :
The memory of a 7yo boy with leukemia, enduring his fourth round of chemio with an indomitable courage soldiers could only dream of possessing
The memory of a 9yo girl brought from Zambia by NGOs after being attacked with acid for the simple fact that she was born albino, and yet still carrying within her a hope that refused to die, and a smile that would light up the darkest night
The memory of a 10yo boy, shouting loud enough that he could be heard throughout the entire ICU, telling his parents to stop crying because God chose him to endure the pain so his little sister would not, all the whilst he stood tall on his bed like an emperor addressing his people forgetting the catheter and dozens of cables hanging from his torso
And, of course, I carry dozens of memories of these kids fighting tooth and nail against the cruelest diseases on this earth, bearing pain that would crumble even the strongest man, and yet still refusing to let go until the very end, until their last breath
They didn’t lose their battle, the diseases died alongside them, it was, and forever will be, a draw
Now you see, when I was ever so close of giving up, eyes filled with tears, I remembered, I remembered those kids
And only then did I, for the first time in life, truly believe with every cell in my body, that giving up was not, and never will be, an option
Because giving up would mean 2 things
1) Letting those kids down. Those that would’ve gave everything to be in the very position I found myself in when I wanted to give up. That position I called agony, is the position I heard them pray for day and night, all they wanted was to keep living so that they’d experience these things
2) It meant accepting and confirming my only fear I have in this world :
That the universe made an undeniable mistake by saving me from what should’ve been an inevitable death and, as a result, the world would have been better off of it had let me perish and saved one of these kids instead
The Beni you know exists because of them
Otherwise he would’ve given up long before he made this account
So yeah, it’s the best advice I have to give
So follow it
And when you go home after your first day, reflect on the fact that you’re the only one that has that privilege
Many will never have that opportunity again
And then go back the next day