Imagine yourself, riding a horse down an empty train tunnel. It’s completely dark, and all you can see is the shred of light at the end of the tunnel. You press your horse on towards the end, for it’s already too late to turn back and go the other way. Everything is calm, quiet, and peaceful, despite the dark.
But then, the tunnel begins to shake, and the rocks beneath your feet begin to rattle. In the distance, you hear the blasting of a train’s horn, warning you that it’s on the way. Your heart sinks, realizing almost too late that the train is coming straight towards you. Moving forward would walk you right into the front of the train. By the time you send your horse forward and reach the end of the tunnel, the train will already be on you. You could safely press yourself against the wall of the tunnel, but your horse would surely perish. The only thing left to do is turn around and rush for the other end. On foot, you wouldn’t have a hope of making it on time. But with your horse…
You turn it around and drive your heels into the horse's sides. He bursts forward, eyes shining with fear. He knows something dangerous is on it’s way.
Faster and faster the train bears down on you, finally entering the tunnel. The shadows cast due to the train's light produces eerie images, not helping to comfort you. Faster and faster your horse picks up speed, trying desperately to make it to the other end before the metal monster catches him. All that you and the horse are focused on, is the light at the end of the tunnel.
That one shred of hope.
And then, you’re out! Your horse dodges to the side and the train whistles back. Had the tunnel been any longer, you wouldn’t have made it out.
All you can think about, is that one little shred of light that kept you going.
The white light that was your second chance.
I know that this drabble about the train tunnel seems to have nothing to do with the article, but it brings me to my first topic, which is indeed relevant to a hero named Hero.
I imagine that the first thing you see when you’re born is a bright, white light.
But what if you’re born dead?
It seems like quite the contradiction, but for a dog who was appropriately named Hero, this was the case.
Along with two of his litter mates, this Rottweiler was born unresponsive to life. Miraculously, he was revived, proving to the world that there is always a chance, however slim.
From that day, Hero grew up and went on to give hope to others.
His first owner was an old woman in her 70’s. Unfortunately, she was taken by cancer. However, Hero was with her until her last moment on this earth.
He moved on to another owner, Heddie, and became a therapy dog, touching the lives of many other people, both young and old.
One example, was another old lady named Hazel who refused to respond to anyone. But one her first encounter with Hero, she began to smile, and slowly began telling both Heddie and Hero about her family.
Hero often works at summer camps with children who have severe mental and behavioral problems, cerebral palsy, downs syndrome, cancer, and hospice. One little boy in particular with severe behavioral problems, and it seemed as if nobody could get to him.
Except for Hero.
As Heddie, Hero’s owner noticed, “He seems to read each child’s body language, and adjust his interactions accordingly.”
Hero has touched several other lives, too many to count and name, providing each life he comes in contact with hope.
Hero was diagnosed with Lymphosarcoma. He has had his spleen removed, and has also had lymph nodes placed in a tissue bank, as well as blood in a blood bank to help with research. He is doing well, and continues to give hope to everyone around him with everything he does.
He continues to prove that there is always a shred of light at the end of the tunnel.
There is always a speck of light in the dark.
There is always hope.
All you have to do is believe.