As I stood alone in the vast, darkening desert, the icy wind howling around me, I shivered with anticipation. With numb fingers, I grasped the matchbox, its contents dwindling to a solitary stick. One match left. My heart quickened as I considered the weight of this singular opportunity. Would it ignite, or would the flame falter? With a deep breath, I chose trust.
One spark could change everything. I struck the match, its fragile flame trembling in the wind’s grasp. Yet, in that instant, hope blazed brighter than the fire itself, illuminating the transformative power of a single spark to warm, to comfort and to guide me through the dark…