|
I remember when I was in a similar situation.
I was a P.O.W. in a North Vietnamese prison camp. The guards used to place bowls of rice in front of me all the while a rope around my neck held me against the wall.
Sometimes I would win and sometimes the rats ate all my rice.....
Either way patience is your friend and sometimes your only friend. Whether in Hanoi or the hellish nightmare your parents have created for you....Keep the Faith
peace
|