It was a rainy Friday night when my family went to church, having not a clue what was in stored for us. It was then that I first heard about Vasiliy. He, handsome, six feet, eighteen-year old, with sparkling blue eyes, was in a hospital, unconscious. Nobody knew what happened to him but the thought of death never crossed our minds. He was a great friend of mine, who I trusted and respected with all my heart. He always made me feel special whenever I was around him. He made me feel worth living on earth. Everything we've done together; from throwing snow balls at each other to have serious conversations, I will always treasure deep inside my heart.
             As I walked into the church, most of the people were already gathered for the Friday's service. Everyone was whispering of something not yet know to me. The atmosphere inside the room was as if something tragic has happened; I sensed it in my heart. I could not hear what everyone was whispering about, but I could feel that something was wrong. I did not feel like asking anyone to inform me of what happened, but sat down with little patience and waited for the pastor to announce it.
             The pastor's first words were, "Brothers and sisters, let us thank our gracious Lord that we are still healthy, alive and can come here to worship His name. Unfortunately, not everyone is here today, with us". He paused for a few seconds, but it felt like an eternity, and went on with a trembling voice. "You can do good things for people and show them that God is Love. When you are not healthy, there is very little you can do for Him. Today, a young man and one of God's beloved children, Vasiliy, is not in this room with us. He is lying on a hospital's bed, and there isn't much he can do for our Lord, now. We are here, and can do something; let us get on our knees and pray for Vasiliy. If its God's will and he shows His mercy upon Vasiliy, then we wil
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