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Through My Eyes

Through My Eyes

Author: Kasia Yoko
Date: 2014-02-28
Last week was one of the happiest days of my lifeI'm talking UBER HAPPINESS. Many things compounded on this occurrence but the call that made me cry from happiness came after lunch.

It was a call from Dorothy Slabbert, Keith Slabbert's fabulous mothertwo weeks ago in our 14 February issue we ran a story entitled Keith's Journey, about a twenty-year-old Durban guy who suffered a seizure and broke his C4 vertebra, which left him paralysed. You can find this story online http://www.thebugle.co.za/archives/2014/2014-02-14/#p/14.

Keith's mother Dorothy has been trying to raise R200 000 so that Keith could travel to be treated in America's Project Walk Spinal Cord Injury Recovery. 

Project Walk provides an improved quality of life for people with disabilities through activity-based recovery, education, research and development.

Anyway when Dorothy told me that the previous night she received a call from one of The Bugle's readers, who told her that after her husband and her had read my story they decided that they had the means to help Keith and two minutes after Dorothy put down her phone she received an sms confirming that R100 000,00 was deposited into her account.

"Keith is going to America." Dorothy confirmed, "and its thanks to the story you published." There wasn't one dry eye in the office and when I phoned to tell my mother she burst out crying. 

That afternoon I cried and cried and cried. I do not remember ever having that response to such completely fantastic news. I pulled all the candles I could find in my home and lit them.

I lit candles for the Slabbert familyI lit candles for the anonymous donor and I lit candles for all those people who are in need and then I sat down on my veranda and I cried some more.

We do not know what is written in our starsnobody knows what our future holds. Today we are happy, healthy and on top of the world but in an instant that can all change. Knowing that there are individuals like the 'anonymous donor' out there, that there are people who can feel the pain of a complete stranger and reach out to them with no thought of reward, has given me a new refreshed outlook on life and I feel completely humbled.

My father had a perfect explanation; "It's a miracle!"

Whoever you are Mr & Mrs 'Anonymous Donor', I thank you and may you be blessed with the love and kindness you so richly deserve.