During World War II, a fighter plane crashed in the Sahara Desert of Africa.
All the passengers died — except, miraculously, the pilot.
Around him, there was nothing but endless sand and blazing sunlight.
No food, no water, no shelter — only a few dry biscuits and one bottle of water.
After three days, the bottle was empty.
The scorching heat, the thirst, and the loneliness — all together — had almost destroyed him.
Then the pilot remembered something: before he became a pilot, he had been an artist.
He had a pencil in his pocket and a broken pair of glasses.
So, on the sand of the desert, he began to draw — his family, his loved ones, the streets of his hometown, the houses, and the trees.
He knew he was going to die.
But before dying, he wanted to hold on to his memories.
Amazingly, while he was drawing, he felt his thirst lessen and his heart grow calm.
He thought, “I am still alive. As long as I can dream, I have not lost.”
On the eighth day, a French rescue team found him.
They were astonished — his body was weak, his eyes sunken, his lips cracked — yet he was still drawing on the sand, like some kind of magician.
After being rescued, the pilot said,
“I survived because I believed.My broken glasses and my pencil kept me alive — even in the desert.”
Moral:
Life may take everything away from you, but it can never take away one thing — your belief.
If you believe you can, then no power on earth can make you lose.
