To hell with disability
I remember I started running every morning and playing football when I was in 3rd grade, boxing when I was in 7th grade and athletics when I was in 9th grade. Running in the morning mist, chill, biting cold of peak winters or running through the countryside in scorching sun or in the pouring rain or running up a mountain, I loved it, I cherished it, I savoured it.
One fine day I was trying to inch my wheelchair along the hospital corridor smelling of medicines. Partially working hands, aching muscles, hurting thumb, it was only a task/job. I didn’t dislike it. My wheelchair and me are buddies, I have loved being in it. Together we took on the world and everything it had to offer. If a person on two legs passes by I really don’t Gape at him but when I go in a crowd, a few poor leggies gape as if they are just witnessing an alien invasion of planet earth(not that aliens would really surprise me) and I do pray that God should give these poor people some excitement in their lives so that they have something better to gape at.
People have two legs and cannot even maintain any decent physical fitness, are bothered about a guy wheeling around in a wheelchair, having a ball of a time. Laughable.
At 22 I was in the army. In a wheelchair I went to college, flirted with girls, fell in love a few times, had a few heartbreaks, jobs, bread and butter, adventure sports. A few mountains to climb, a few oceans to swim and a few jungles and deserts to explore… how the hell could life have been any better.
A lot of people, patients, doctors and scientists, are obsessed with finding a cure for sci. I don’t know, I find it a very dumb and dull topic. Here the world and people are suffering from extremism, terrorism, frustrationism, emptyism, depressionism, purposelessism etc and here we are bothered about a certain physical injury called sci. I think people should desperately need a cure from many other things and attitudes before even bothering about a cure for sci.
If you/society wants me to be weak so that they can empathise with me, sympathise with me, pityise with me, sorry you are at the wrong place, I am not going to oblige.
If you/the society is looking for an opportunity to show empathy, sympathy or pity, so that you can feel great inside, to hell with you. I show you empathy, sympathy and pity. A drunk person who was finding it difficult to walk straight said to me sometime back ‘I will pray for you’ and I immediately said ‘and I will pray for you(that God gives you some sense)’. Although I know God doesn’t give you anything. He has already given you the ability to be sensible, If you still choose not to be sensible, he is not to blame.
I am rude, I am straight, I am a bully, I would love to get in the middle of a bunch of sleeping Lions and kick the air out of them. A friend for friends and a tearing tiger for those who ask for it, that’s me. Now that we are over with the introduction, let us talk business.
“I am not decent/gentlemanly with problems/obstacles in my life. I kick them out of my way.”