I saw the story on Instagram and read the comments, both negative and positive. I had two conflicting thoughts in my head. Some people suggested he's dead, but his family loves him so much and has the money to keep him alive, hoping he'll wake up.

My first thought was, if he's says he's  alive means his brain cells are still active. Even if it's a small part of his brain cells being active means he's technically alive, and there's a chance of recovery. This might be why his family has kept him for two decades, especially since they mentioned a time when he was recovering and could move his fingers.

My other though was, if he's actually dead, have the doctors confirmed it to his family, or are they just holding onto hope. But if his family is choosing to hold onto hope, it's not bad, miracles still happen.

This story really got me thinking. It's a reminder to appreciate our lives and opportunities. Someone has been in a coma for two decades, and he'd probably wish to be okay and not burden his family. It was a moment of gratitude for me, a reminder to appreciate where I am and work hard for a better future.