(a)

In fact, your reverse recovery is not all smooth sailing.

In fact, at the age of 55, you have passed an important life-and-death hurdle. I almost lost you.

When you turned 55, there was an important change in the political system of country N. The old king died, and the newly enthroned royal couple were educated in Europe from an early age and were both open-minded. Immediately after the new king ascended the throne, he declared a constitutional monarchy and authorized the prime minister to form a national assembly and hold elections for local and national councils.

Because your family has settled in country N for many years, has made great contributions to the local economic and social development, and is a well-known philanthropist. Many of my citizens work in my own companies. Our husband and wife have a high reputation and folk reputation in N countries. So, the new King and the Prime Minister would like you to come out and run for the first Senate of the country in the local and national parliamentary elections.

You didn't care about politics. However, for more than two months, lobbying from all sides has continued one after another. Many friends encourage you to run for election so that you can promote the establishment of a social welfare system in country N to a greater extent and promote a fairer distribution of wealth in country N. Many entrepreneurs also hope that you can participate in the election, which can promote the further scale and socialization of the company's public welfare undertakings.

During that time, both of us and I received a lot of phone calls, and there was a constant stream of people coming to visit our family. Leaders of political parties who are expected to form a government are also visiting their homes in an attempt to draw you to their side in order to increase their party's campaign economic strength and social support.

At the end of the day, the new king himself called you and told you what he wanted to do in the country's politics, hoping to gain your support in Parliament. The new queen has also hosted a banquet for me in the palace, hoping that through me she will do your work.

Even though things have come to this point, the King's enthusiasm is hard to resist, and you are still hesitating.

Finally, the Prime Minister's wife visited us in person one night. To our surprise, with them came my father, who was nearly 100 years old! Obviously, they had enlisted my father's support. This is a heavy supporter that we husband and wife can't ignore!

When I accompanied the Prime Minister's wife to tea and chatted in the garden, the Prime Minister and you, as well as my father, talked for more than two hours in the study. During this time, I was very worried about my old father's health, so I went in and asked a few times. However, the father seemed to be in good spirits and had no problem continuing the conversation. Men are like that, no matter how old they are, when they talk about politics, it's like they're obsessed. Perhaps, except for you. You don't love politics. You love integrity and loyalty.

Finally, I saw the door to the study open. You and the prime minister came out with your old father in your arms.

Looking at the prime minister's expression full of spring breeze, I knew that his goal should have been achieved.

We stood side by side on the steps and saw off the Prime Minister's car away.

I turned to look at you. I said, "Have you decided?" ”

You look at my father. You nodded. You say, "I'm going to run for the Senate as a nonpartisan." ”

I felt a pang of distress. People only see the senators, but I know how hard it can be for a person who doesn't seek personal interest to get involved in politics. The weight on your shoulders has increased a few more points. I cherish you so much.

I hold your hand and am silent.

You say, "Will you support me?" ”

I nodded. I said, "Your decision is my choice." ”

You say, "I want to make you and me work hard again." ”

I said, "As long as I can alleviate your hardship, I will do whatever I want." ”

The old father stood in the back, listening to the affectionate dialogue between our husband and wife. He opened his toothless mouth and smiled at us, "Politics is dirty, but it's also a useful tool for accomplishing a lot of things that couldn't be done before." This was kind of encouragement and comfort from my father.

(b)

And just like that, we began the arduous campaign process.

The so-called hardship does not mean how fierce the struggle is with the opponent. You are highly regarded locally, and your election to the local and national senators is almost uncontested.

However, running for office comes with a huge amount of work.

Every day is a lecture tour, meeting with voters, going out into villages and communities, visiting orphanages and women's shelters, visiting hospitals and factories, shaking hands with thousands of people, and answering countless questions from the media.

During that time, I felt like we were either in a car, on an airplane, or on a steamer and disembarking from port to port along the river.

Brave the wind and rain, covered in mud, a simple boxed lunch, and only sleep three or four hours a day.

In the final stages of the campaign, I felt like I couldn't hold it anymore, and as soon as I sat down on the couch, my eyelids began to fight, and sometimes I had a meeting and fell asleep before I knew it.

When I woke up, I saw myself sleeping in the corner of the couch covered with your clothes, and you were still discussing something with your assistants.

Even I work so hard, let alone you.

By the last days of the campaign, you finally fell ill.

It's the first time in years you've gotten so sick.

You have a high fever, chills all over your body, and you are shaking when you walk. But you still struggled to make it to the last televised debate.

You leave the live broadcast room in a cold sweat. Your assistant is very worried and begging you to go to the hospital immediately. But you said that you were in good shape, and you insisted on driving to the campaign headquarters first to visit the friends who had gathered there to watch voters from all over the country to vote, and to express your condolences and gratitude to them.

When you showed up at campaign headquarters, you caused thunderous cheers.

You insisted on shaking hands with everyone and thanking everyone.

You sit down with everyone and watch the results of the votes being counted in front of a large video wall that has been erected.

Twenty minutes after the vote count began, your body temperature had risen to 41 degrees. You couldn't hold it anymore, slipped under your chair, fainted at the headquarters site, and were rushed to the hospital ambulance by everyone.

I followed your assistants and got you into the ambulance.

Seeing you unconscious, I was so anxious and terrified that I was in my heart. Is this the end of our good fortune? Could it be that the pain of the previous life is going to come back again?

(c)

I stay at your bedside, and I can't eat or sleep.

I watched you breathe hard under your oxygen mask.

You're so tired.

I prayed desperately in my heart.

The king's wife and the prime minister's wife rushed to the hospital to see you after hearing the news.

I tried to cheer myself up and expressed my heartfelt thanks to the King and the Prime Minister's wife.

As I spoke to them, I twisted my hands vigorously to suppress the whimpering and trembling in my voice.

After 48 hours of resuscitation, you finally woke up and your condition improved.

When you open your eyes on the pillow, I can't help but cry with joy and tears.

You will be greeted by a corridor full of flowers and ribbons of victory.

You were elected to the local legislature and the Senate to the National Assembly, overwhelmingly outnumbering the candidates of the three major political parties, creating a miracle of votes for independents to run independently.

Outside the hospital, a large number of media and countless people came to congratulate and greet you. They are shouting your name out of the window, waving fluorescent lights, wishing you a speedy recovery.

I snuggle up to you.

You weakly reach out and stroke my hair.

Together, we listened to the voices of the people outside the window.

Say, "Our lives belong to theirs." Heaven has brought me back to life for their sake. ”