Pinned Hearts

.Every time I look at my pinky, I notice how there's a beak-like projection of flesh arising from it. Strange enough, the beak-like projection reminds me of.. The frog's heart. Since they happen to be beak-like too, at their ends. I dissect frogs almost every wednesday, and well those frogs aren't really dead. They've just been given Chlorofom, so basically they've been forced to sleep a very, very deep sleep.
In our last class, we were asked to remove a layer that wraps the frog's heart. Yes, I would repeat to put emphasis on that. We had to remove a layer that wraps the frog's heart, and then, we had to PIN down the heart. Astonishing as it may sound, the frog heart was still beating. And it wasn't just my frog's heart, or it wasn't just my friend's frog's heart, it was every single frog in that room whose heart that was beating. Even, after being pinned.

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I have strong memories of my heart being "pinned down". They're strong, excruciating memories. Times when I thought I would not survive. Times where nothing seemed to help. Times I felt weak, helpless, crushed and distributed into pieces. But they did administer me with a lot of rich learning.
The most important lesson uptill now, has been that it will always be The Almighty who pulls you through. It could be through the angels He sends your way for help, it could be through the diversions or distractions He creates, or it could be just any other way. After all, it is Him, and his immeasurable ways. Not to forget his ceaseless love for his creations, the kind of love that could never, ever be put into words. He loves every single one of his creations, be it a just a mere frog awfully being tortured, or an ordinary girl like me, learning to juggle situations. And He always helps them through. Because He, only, is The Almighty, and He provides strength.
For example, here, I smile out to the world. But do you realize? That I process, with a pinned heart.
I hope not. =)