He sits in a hospital bed, metal in his legs.nBut he will not give up the fight, even if it means more surgery. nOh the tragedy is that you and me cannot see the beauty ‘till we feel the pain.nThen it transforms everything… nWe’ll hold on to the memories of the wounds that bleed to make us strong.nAnd we’ll hold on to the scars received from the pain and grief to make us see. nHe looks at the ceiling all day in constant pain.nYet he will not lose hope, even if it means breathing through machines. nWe’ll hold on…