I was being carried away with the
help of renu, a girl older than me to a nearby park. This has been a routine activity
now. I was sitting at my chair and suddenly one of my friend appeared with her
dad. Then followed by him some more people came, on my back I heard someone
saying ‘poor girl, she is crippled, both her legs are gone’. At that time I
felt inferiority complex and unbearable pain inside me, this was something
which could not be changed by anyone for rest of my life. God knows how many
times I will have to hear this and see people pitying on me. It is awful
sometimes to be without legs and keep on sitting on one chair which can be
moved only with somebody’s help, I can’t even do what I want myself without
anyone’s help. Every day I watch other kids playing and running on their legs, am
the only one left alone who keeps on staring others and in the end goes back to
house with just a hope of ‘standing’ on my legs. My soul feels crippled,
helpless depended on others for everything. Still I live each day with a ‘hope’
that someday I will also ‘walk’ in my own home.hope to live
I was being carried away with the
help of renu, a girl older than me to a nearby park. This has been a routine activity
now. I was sitting at my chair and suddenly one of my friend appeared with her
dad. Then followed by him some more people came, on my back I heard someone
saying ‘poor girl, she is crippled, both her legs are gone’. At that time I
felt inferiority complex and unbearable pain inside me, this was something
which could not be changed by anyone for rest of my life. God knows how many
times I will have to hear this and see people pitying on me. It is awful
sometimes to be without legs and keep on sitting on one chair which can be
moved only with somebody’s help, I can’t even do what I want myself without
anyone’s help. Every day I watch other kids playing and running on their legs, am
the only one left alone who keeps on staring others and in the end goes back to
house with just a hope of ‘standing’ on my legs. My soul feels crippled,
helpless depended on others for everything. Still I live each day with a ‘hope’
that someday I will also ‘walk’ in my own home.About Me
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can understand the pain, agony and hurt someone has to undergo in such situation. :(
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