When my kid saw the angel statue in an ancient church’s yard, he immediately started to pray. A few months later, something startling happened to us 
Today, my son is seven years old. He has been confined to a wheelchair since infancy. He will never be able to walk, the doctors stated frankly and icily.However, this illness did not weaken him. Quite the opposite.
He does, however, have one dream, which is an impossibility for him. He aspires to be a runner.
He is aware that his diagnosis is a major challenge, of course. However, nobody can stop someone from dreaming. He also believes, hopes, and dreams.
I will be honest: I occasionally find myself thinking, “I want to be like my son—just as strong, just as optimistic, and able to love life, no matter what.”
Something happened one day that I didn’t really notice at the time. He abruptly begged me to halt as we were passing an old church because he had seen a big statue of an angel in the yard.
“Wait, Dad,” he said.
A completely unexpected event occurred after I halted the wheelchair. My youngster closed his eyes, clasped his hands together, and started to pray. Even if his voice wavered, all of his words were genuine:
— “I’d like to take a stroll. Give me strength, please. I promise to always be decent and to never do anything negative.
When this youngster prayed, my heart constricted. I just stood beside him as he prayed because I was at a loss for words. Then he grinned, opened his eyes, and uttered:
– “Come on, Dad.”
I believed it to be nothing more than a moment of innocent faith. I quickly forgot about it. However, my son did not forget.
A few months later, we were shocked by an entirely unexpected event.
It had been months. We visited the doctor for a standard examination. Standard inquiries, the examination, and the customary notes in the medical file were all conducted as usual. However, the doctor eventually scowled and gave my son a serious examination.
He questioned incredulously, “Are you saying that you felt pain when you poured tea and a few drops spilled on your legs?”
— “Yes. Why? With amazement, my kid answered.
After going silent, the doctor let out a long sigh and stated something that left my head spinning:
— “You see, if you had discomfort, it indicates that your legs are feeling the sensation again. And that is a really significant indication. It indicates that not all is gone. You have a chance.
I was shocked by what I heard. They had been telling us that there was no hope for years. And all of a sudden, hope.
The doctor said that a complex procedure would be required to offer my son the opportunity to walk. incredibly costly and in need of extensive renovation.
We are currently collecting funds for the procedure. We are receiving assistance from friends, neighbors, and even complete strangers who have heard our tale.
And what do you know? I have no doubts anymore. My son is going to get up. He’s going to be a runner. Because love, hope, and faith are more powerful than any medical diagnosis.
