He will.
He woke in a confused state, “what is happening to me?, it’s pitch black out there, it’s cold but I’m sweating”. He tried to get up but it felt as if his limbs had been strapped down and as if he’d been injected with something that had taken his sense of feeling from his feet. No not feet but foot, his left foot had no feeling, it was as if it had been numbed. He couldn’t roll onto his side, ahhh, what was going on, why had he been taken from his life, a life of fitness and physicality, what could he have possibly done to deserve this. He’d been a good man, he’d spent a lot of time helping others, changing their lives for the better so why had this hell been forced on him. He lay there racking his brains trying desperately to make sense of this, he’d need riding his bike, his mountain bike in the Lake District, he’d been pushing himself physically as he rode up a steep hill, sweat was dripping off his brow and his lungs were gasping for breath as the lactic acid surged through his thighs forcing himself to the top of the hill. Wait…. Wait…he wasn’t just doing it, he was remembering it and dreaming, reliving it while he slept. Now he’d woken and shook the confusion from his mind, he wasn’t strapped down and the sweating and chill down his back wasn’t something new, this was life as it is now. Yes he had been a bit of an “action man” before but that was then not now. Now was was almost 62, now he had multiple sclerosis and lived alone. He did have a “life” but now it was an existence riddled with pain, limitation and frustration, but that’s not how it will be, no it will be better and the joy of actually living again will be his, how he’s going to do it he doesn’t know but what he does know is that he will.