To be honest, I don't read physical books as often as I used to. Life has gotten so busy that I mostly end up reading things on my phone, like short articles, quotes, or online stories. Still, there's something about holding a real book that feels different. The smell of the pages, the weight in your hands and even the little creases that come from turning the pages, it gives a kind of peace that the screen can't replace .
The last time I actually sat down to read a physical book was about a year ago. And the book was “GIFTED HAND” by Ben Carson, a book that still lingers in my mind. I remember picking it up one quiet afternoon at my friend's house, who is a lover of intellectual books. At first I just wanted to use it and while away time, but I ended up being so hooked that I spent hours with it. The story gave me hope, and it was inspiring. It was all about the life of Ben Carson, how he went from being a poor, struggling boy in Detroit to becoming one of the world's best neurosurgeons. It is a true story about hard work, faith, and determination.
What really touched me most was how honest he was about his life struggles. He wasn't born into success, and he had to fight for it. There were moments that he doubted himself, moments that he failed. There is nothing like a supportive and prayerful mother. His mother never gave up on him; her words were soothing and healing to the broken soul, and she always remind him that he would do better. Those words stuck with me long after I finished reading the book. Reading his story reminded me that sometimes all we need is belief, belief in ourselves, and the courage to keep going even when things look impossible.
I think that's why the book stayed with me. It didn't just tell a story; it spoke to me personally. I know we all have moments where we feel stuck or unsure about our future. One thing about “Gifted Hands, people that have read it, is that it reminds you that your background doesn't define your destiny. You can become whatever you want; just be determined and follow the right path and God. I paused at some point and started reflecting on my life journey and the goals I have been too afraid to chase.
So while I may not read physical books as often as I once used to, I treasure those moments when I do. Each time I see a book and touch it, even if I didn't read it. It always feels like reconnecting with an old-time friend who always has something new to teach me. Books remind me that even in a fast-paced, digital world. Wisdom and comfort can still be found in ink and paper. Maybe that's why I will always go back to them. Technology will never separate me from it, no matter how far it goes.
So yes, it's been a year since I last held Gifted Hands, but I know it won't be long before I will find myself lost in another book again. We all know how life gets: responsibilities, endless scrolling. Still, sporadically, I do catch myself looking at my small shelf.
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