That year, my father is seriously ill, the doctor said that this will be the last date of the announcement. Yet, his birthday is approaching.

          - Dad does not want a birthday somewhere other than at home - Mother told me so. Mother sat down and calculate how much money it takes to be released on the new take over a day. To hire a dedicated bed hospital, an automobile trip dedicated to transporting patients, a nurse at the side announced throughout the day.

          And mom almost cried when we fully understand there is not enough money.

          That afternoon, from school, I ride the bus than 60km to visit dad in the hospital. Suddenly I heard an announcement on the radio, that each month they will choose the 10 dreams of the audience to make it a reality.

          That night, I woke very late to write a letter to the Convention and the next morning brought it sent, with all hope, but do not dare to believe anything.

          Several days passed, and was never heard endlessly. But last week, I received a phone call: "The desire of children will come true" - people talk to me like that simple. Within a few seconds, I was dumbfounded go, forget to say thanks.

          The main radio stations did not have much money, but they have worked hard to keep contact for father's birthday. And finally, a medical device company will give my dad a dedicated bed. A shipping company Health agrees to borrow the car. A young nurse agree to our house that day to care for and monitor the status of the father.

          Morning "big day", I pick published. My mother was busy the night before to decorate their houses and this time the mother is cooking, baking wait Statements. When I got home, I walked beside the stretcher that the technician to get him into the house. Just seeing his house, my father wept. Both she and I, both sisters radio reporter, the nurse, his two technicians, all crying.

          My dad had a birthday unforgettable. I've never seen so much love.

          I understand that, in the goodness of life as the gold dust, always have, always sparkling, in anyone, always ready to gather together, creating rose gold to bestow unconditional. But want to gather gold dust, really need a jeweler diligent and loving, gold panning from life and manipulated roses. In real life, the jeweler who was doing a lot of different job, but a job that many of them chosen because it suits their real job, which is journalism.