Right before the video was played in class, I read the title. A Child Prodigy, a Painful Disease, and a Life-Changing Treatment. Immediately I thought about what the young prodigy’s talent would be- not about their disease. I suppose it’s what people do, somewhat ignore pain. Humans don’t like to feel  it. It’s unbelievable how much it can affect us, both emotionally and physically.

The play button was pressed.

I hear the violin. One of the most soothing instruments to my ear. I see a young boy. The prodigy. He looks fine to me, I wonder what condition he has then.. but I don’t dwell on that thought once again. His name is Caesar. I find that very unique, you don’t hear that name so often. Not common. Maybe like his disease? Moving on.

The video begins to feature several clips of Caesar playing the violin. He’s very tiny. Very talented. I let my mind wander to thinking about me and about how I’ve always wanted to play a musical instrument. Which one would I pick? Piano. What else? The violin. Definitely the violin. With less than a minute of watching, I felt a little jealous of Caesar. I would definitely want to go back in time and learn to master an instrument. I actually never feel regret about anything in regards to my childhood, but never learning how to actually play an instrument is one. Hold on-pause, why am I a little jealous of a young boy? He’s sick and I’m not. I stopped myself right there. Belittling a sickness or letting it define someone is not okay. Must keep watching.

Hearing Caesar question his condition was definitely emotional. Walking. A simple function we do daily and barely ever think twice about. I feel so petty. When was the last time I thanked Allah about blessing me with the ability to move, to run, to feel? I think the hardest thing about is pain is that it demands to be felt. All. The. Time.

Seeing Caesar’s father with tears in his eyes explaining how much he loves him was another emotional sight. I’m sure every parent feels like that. Even my own. But do I acknowledge it? Do I act upon it? Again. Petty.

“OK is not good. OK is bad. No I don’t like ‘OK’, just very good.” I couldn’t help but smile when I heard that. Perfection is always what I strive for, but when I thought about Caesar, I was surprised to hear him say that. Surely he has an exception right? He doesn’t have to be perfect. Wrong. Once again, I shouldn’t think that a sickness takes full control over someone. Sometimes it does, but in Caesar’s case, the most important parts of him were healthier than ever- his mind and soul. He found what makes him happy, what keeps him going. Then I thought about me.

What makes me happy?

What are some things that motivate me to not give up?

I’ve always had an outgoing personality. I love performing for others, and reaching out to people- whether through tutoring, community service, talking, or through writing, and I genuinely feel the most happy when I’m not doing something that only benefits me. I often if not always put too much on my plate, and get to a point where I feel helpless, and not give up, but I always manage to make it. Like Caesar’s father, “we will make it.” This young boy’s story was inspiring, because he didn’t let his sickness prevent him from his passion. What’s my excuse?