I want you to close your eyes please. I want to ask you, "How are you?"
What heaviness are you carrying? What tears do hold back? What pain, what fears, are kept inside? You don't have to hold onto those fears, you just take one step at a time. Not to say that one day these fears are going to completely disappear but can you forgive those who hurt you? Because that's where the healing starts. Every time someone puts you down, will you make a decision to bring somebody else up? Picture yourself in an open area where there's no buildings and there's no shelter and there's a storm above you and this storm represents the situations in you life and you don't tell anybody what you're going through because first of all, they wouldn't understand, and second of all, they can't even help you anyway. You're in this storm and you're down on your knees and you're cold and you're weak and you feel like this is the end. Are you not still here?..... You are still here. You don't have to do this alone. You can't spend the rest of your life being afraid of people rejecting you. You have to start by not rejecting yourself. You don't deserve it. If not one, people either accept you for who you are or they can fuck off. When you're in school, when you're growing up in life, it actually sort of matters to people how you look, and then it matters to you because it matters to others. Why? Why does it matter how you look? Because if they don't like you, then who will? If they don't accept you, then who will? And the fear that we have is that we're going to be alone. That we're not good enough. And you know that we have to change ourselves. It was so hard because people put me down. And I started believing that I was not good enough. I started believing that I was a failure. Thought I would never ever be somebody who people would like, people would accept. I started getting depressed. I thought, "What kind of purpose do I have to live. I mean are you just here to live to die? Is there not a purpose for me? Is there not a purpose of life?" There are some things in life that are out of your control, that you can't change, that you gotta live with. The choice that we have though, is to either give up or keep going. And when I ask,"What are you going to believe in?", are you going to believe in yourself? Are you going to believe in everybody else's judgement? Are you going to believe people when they say that you're a failure. That no one really likes you? No one really cares about you? Let me tell you, there are some times in life where you fall down, you feel like you don't have the strength to get back up. But if I fail, I try again. And again. And again. For as long as I try, there is always that chance of getting up. And it's not the end until you've given up. And just the fact that you're here, should persuade you. That you have another chance to get back up. There's still hope.
- Nick Vujicic
What heaviness are you carrying? What tears do hold back? What pain, what fears, are kept inside? You don't have to hold onto those fears, you just take one step at a time. Not to say that one day these fears are going to completely disappear but can you forgive those who hurt you? Because that's where the healing starts. Every time someone puts you down, will you make a decision to bring somebody else up? Picture yourself in an open area where there's no buildings and there's no shelter and there's a storm above you and this storm represents the situations in you life and you don't tell anybody what you're going through because first of all, they wouldn't understand, and second of all, they can't even help you anyway. You're in this storm and you're down on your knees and you're cold and you're weak and you feel like this is the end. Are you not still here?..... You are still here. You don't have to do this alone. You can't spend the rest of your life being afraid of people rejecting you. You have to start by not rejecting yourself. You don't deserve it. If not one, people either accept you for who you are or they can fuck off. When you're in school, when you're growing up in life, it actually sort of matters to people how you look, and then it matters to you because it matters to others. Why? Why does it matter how you look? Because if they don't like you, then who will? If they don't accept you, then who will? And the fear that we have is that we're going to be alone. That we're not good enough. And you know that we have to change ourselves. It was so hard because people put me down. And I started believing that I was not good enough. I started believing that I was a failure. Thought I would never ever be somebody who people would like, people would accept. I started getting depressed. I thought, "What kind of purpose do I have to live. I mean are you just here to live to die? Is there not a purpose for me? Is there not a purpose of life?" There are some things in life that are out of your control, that you can't change, that you gotta live with. The choice that we have though, is to either give up or keep going. And when I ask,"What are you going to believe in?", are you going to believe in yourself? Are you going to believe in everybody else's judgement? Are you going to believe people when they say that you're a failure. That no one really likes you? No one really cares about you? Let me tell you, there are some times in life where you fall down, you feel like you don't have the strength to get back up. But if I fail, I try again. And again. And again. For as long as I try, there is always that chance of getting up. And it's not the end until you've given up. And just the fact that you're here, should persuade you. That you have another chance to get back up. There's still hope.
- Nick Vujicic
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Он научился улыбаться, смеяться, лопотать, переворачиваться на бочок и на животик, держать голову, сучить ножками и самое главное - что когда он смотрит на меня с такой бесконечной нежностью, я чувствую, что моя жизнь имеет смысл. И пусть весь путь его появления в этот мир был полон пиздеца и и очень много сложностей еще впереди - я знаю, что даже если бы мне дали возможность отмотать назад и переиграть ту главу своей жизни - я бы не стала. Любую цену, которую нужно заплатить за него - я готова заплатить. И пусть у меня похерилось здоровье, пусть у меня пошел по пизде позвоночник, пусть я мало сплю и бесконечно устаю - все это неважно, ведь он есть у меня, а я есть у него. 
