Inevitable

It probably sounds untrue to you when I say that my father’s death was, in some ways, tougher on me compared to my mother or sister because I am a doctor. Not fair. Not real. But I am convinced. I knew things they didn’t. It was the only time in my life when knowledge did not bring comfort; instead, it brought great pain. My mom and my sister had kept hopes up. After all, he was getting the best treatment we could provide. I knew better. I have read far too much and have seen too many.

You may not agree but pause for a while and think of it this way:

When Nadal was messing up at the French Open, people knew. Fans knew. The commentators definitely knew. But can you imagine what must have been going through his Uncle Tony’s mind? The fans see he’s in trouble but they keep on believing he can do it; there is no way our hero can be beat. He is Rafa, the king of clay. But the uncle, knowing Rafa’s every move, every ritual, his bad knee and every whince… he knew from the first set that his player was not doing well. Uncle Tony saw the inevitable way before everybody else. I am convinced that the game was more painful for him to watch than it was for everyone else. I hope now, you begin to understand.