She danced in the moonlight,
until her feeds were bleeding.
She was never in the spotlight,
but only SHE danced with passion.
Once upon a day she broke her leg,
she was hiding in the dark in shame.
suddenly a smal piece of paper, blown by the wind, appears in her hidding place. She was reading the scribbled words on it.

"Hiding is no option for a warrior. True strenght begins with understanding the Situation and try to move on for better days."

A mix of hope and fire burned in her soul after reading those lines.
Since this day she learned to stand up, to walk and finaly to dance again. with more passion than before. But she never knew who the lines wrote.
The most important thing was, it was written by a wise heart.