Gasping for breath and gripping the edge of the bed, Isac laid sweat soaked devoid of covers frozen in terror from the nightmare, which recently began to recur with an alarming frequency. Eyes darting wildly, searching for something, anything, which might provide some comfort for the flood of tears that, came with realization that it had only been a nightmare. A nightmare stemming from a reality he could not escape. The reality where he had lost his father and became the man of the house.
             The horrible nightmare always began with his desperate attempts to reach his father, but the excruciat-ing pain in his back and his inability to move his legs no matter how hard he tried prevented him from reaching his father to stop the life blood from ebbing from his limp body, and ended with Isac abruptly waking with a flood of emotions which tore at his very soul.
             The auto accident had not only ripped away a fa-ther he had loved with all his heart, but had taken his abil-ity to be as he saw it, a normal person. The nerve damage as a result of a broken back was the cause of his being paralyzed from the waste down, and doomed him to a life in a wheelchair.
             Anger welled up in him at his helplessness, unable to help his father, powerless to get back the life he had had and this sniveling at things he did not have any con-trol of. He was the man of the house now. He had to be strong, if for no other reason than to help his mother.
             With the thoughts of his mother beginning to in-vade his mind, the tears streaming down Isac's face be-gan to subside.
             Shrieking into the stillness, his alarm signaled the beginning of another day filled with challenges he did not know if he would be able to over come.
             There was a light rapping at the door and a soft voice " Isac are you awake? Its time to get up. Looks like it is going to be a beautiful day."
             Isac thought to himself, I don't know what she thought was going to be so beautifu...