But as Dante got older, his back started aching more than usual. He ignored it at first until one fateful day on the road.
A road bump at the most dangerous corner sent a jolt of pain up his back. Dante lost focus and almost swerved into the raging river 12,000 feet below. But despite his son’s worry, Dante refused to retire.
“My son is my biggest supporter.”
His villagers needed him, and he couldn’t let them down. Dante’s son tried everything to ease his father’s pain. He would massage him every evening when he returns and hug him every morning as if it was Dante’s last.
“My age will never stop me from my purpose in life.”
By that point, Dante had tried everything, from massage to acupuncture but NOTHING WORKED.