Lying here in my hospital bed I have not been able to stop thinking about your bravery and all that you have done for me. You risked your life to save mine, you were my guardian angel. You gave me hope and something to live for when I needed it most and for that I will be forever grateful. Without your help, bravery and compassion I don't think that I would be alive today. I cannot thank you enough; there are no words for this.
As I lay in that dark, cold hole, naked and emaciated I had lost all hold on reality and thought that I was dead, not to mention my whole family as well. I had never been more fearful in my life, paralysed by the fear of not knowing what they were going to do with me or if I was going to make it through to live another day. Then you came along, your warm caring touch and generosity restored my faith in humanity and gave me some hope, something to fight and live for. Somehow you were always there for me when I needed you the most, always bringing food and providing me with water, risking your own life in the process.
I can still vividly remember the day u washed away the scabs from my eyes, the day I could finally open my eyes again. The image of you is still painted in my mind like a canvas painting hung in an art gallery. You bought so much joy to me that day and I will always remember you because of this. Not to mention that you always lived up to your promise of coming to see me, no matter the circumstances. The sound of your voice during every visit was enough to bring a smile to my face and to cheer me up in a circumstance which this would not have been possible otherwise.
Anyways, enough talk about me and that dreadful hole. How are you holding up, I feel guilty for you ending up in hospital. It should have been me in your place, I should be the one with the shot wound. I should be suffering instead of you. I never should have left that night without you. As soon as we get better and are out...