Sometimes ago, I passed through pain that was so painful for me to bear. This was unbearable. I cried in secret, I cried to God for help. Sometimes I said to myself, "If there is God, does He really exist?" because it seemed like I was forgotten. At times, I asked, "Why does this world really exist? Are we just here to suffer?" I was terribly sick, and I had to go from one place to another. But still, the pain and sickness persisted. Years after years, many times I found my mommy and Daddy secretly crying. I knew how tough it might have been for them seeing me in pain. Sometimes I forgot mine and I just felt their pain. My parents spent a lot, but to no avail.
But when I saw that everywhere I went, there was no solution, I stopped going anywhere because it reached a time when I didn't even believe in anybody again. I saw all of them as liars. I stayed home and began to pray for myself, using my medication. Just like a miracle, after some years, I overcame through prayer of faith in Jesus' name. Looking back now, I am always thanking God because I am a survivor.
Now that I see people in pain who are passing through sickness, I feel their pains because of the experience of pain I had. And sometimes I just pray for them fervently, to the extent of crying whenever I am praying for them because I know how painful pain can be. Pain is not something I wish for anyone; no one deserves pain. Whenever I see people in pain, I encourage them and share my story with them.
But I've come to realize that pain comes in different forms – the pain of losing someone and becoming motherless or fatherless, the pain of struggling alone without support. These experiences have deepened my desire to reach out to anyone in pain who needs humanitarian support. My heart goes out to those who feel forgotten, and I want to be a source of hope and comfort.
So, I have made up my mind to start reaching out to people in pain, people that are sick, if there's anything I can do for them, I will do it. Reaching out to hospitals, motherless homes, and many more places I can reach out to. Humanitarian work is the best thing to do, especially if you have passed through that phase; you will know how to treat people better.
I'm committed to using my story to inspire hope and support those in need. If you're reading this and you're in pain, know that you're not alone. I'm here to encourage you, and I believe that together, we can find strength and healing.
This post is in response to weekly hive reach out post titled "Is Reachout and humanitarian services something you desire to do or something you are already practicing? How is it going for you? What is your motivation behind doing it?link other post, I am inviting 
