Once there was a prisoner in a concentration camp who, despite being sentenced to death, remained fearless and freedom-loving. One day he was playing his guitar in the middle of the prison yard. A huge crowd of prisoners came to listen to him, and, enchanted by his music, people felt that their fear also disappeared. When the prison authorities saw this, they banned him from playing.
However, the next day he came there again; he sang and played the guitar, and even more people crowded around. Angry guards dragged him away and cut off his fingers.
He returned the next day: he sang and tried to create the music that he was capable of with the stubs of his fingers. This time the crowd cheered him loudly. The guards dragged him away and smashed his guitar.
The next day he sang with all his heart. What a song it was! What purity, what inspiration! The crowd joined him, and while the song lasted, their hearts were filled with the same purity, and their spirit became invincible. This time the guards simply went berserk and tore out his tongue.
Silence fell over the camp, something eternal, immortal.
To the great surprise of the prisoners, the next morning he appeared at the old place, dancing to music that no one could hear. Soon people were dancing, with their hands joined, around his bleeding figure, trembling in pain. The guards, fascinated by what they saw, could not budge.
Sudha Chadhran, a modern Indian classical dancer, stopped dancing at the height of her career because doctors were forced to amputate her right leg. After she was given a prosthesis, she returned to dancing, and - simply incredible - she again became the best among the dancers. When asked how she managed it, she simply replied:
You don't need legs to dance!
Translated from Russian · original on wisdomlib.ru