Draft Compo
Posted on: Saturday, September 19, 2009
Posted at: 2:53 AM
Posted at: 2:53 AM
My Life Would Never Be the Same without You
Since the day I was born, you had bestowed your love and kindness upon me, entrusting me with the determination and willpower to carry on living. No one might know how important you were to me, a boy with one leg lesser than others.
I remember you telling me how my leg was lost. You told me that I was crossing the road with you, and you were holding on to my hand tightly, clutching it, until that unfateful moment when your phone rang. You picked it up, talking to the other guy on your phone. Unbeknownst to you, my hand slipped away from yours, and a blue Chevy sped its way, knocking me down, with my legs taking the worst impact. I blacked out, only hearing your scream, but it was too late.
I woke up the next day, finding myself in a hospital. My leg was bandaged and casted. There my mom was, sitting at a corner, crying. She was crying so hard that she didn’t even know I had awoken from my unconscious state. I looked at her, teary-eyed and all.
“Why didn’t I take care of him? Why did I have to answer that call? Why? Why!”
“Mom, its okay, it wasn’t your fault. I will get well soon.”
“Get well soon? Son, your leg has to be gone! Cut away!”
I did not believe what I had just heard. I knew my life was going to change, for the worse.
The operation ensued and my leg was inevitably amputated. The doctor apparently said that if I did not amputate it, I will face complications in the future, maybe even leading to cancer. I could tell you felt bad over the incident, your morose state evident in your daily speech and actions. I felt bad too, for it was my own carelessness that led to the subsequent unfortunate event. You were inconsolable, living the rest of your life in misery.
The day that made the most impact was my first day in school. Like every other kid in the world, school was inevitable and I had to attend it. I was put on a wheelchair, and you took pains to take me to school everyday, whiling your time away at the back of the class, waiting for the dismissal bell to ring, and then fetching me back home. Without fail, you came everyday, packed a lunchbox for me to eat during recess, worried almost for everything material in this world. In school, the boys picked on me, pointing at my thigh, wondering where the lower part of it had gone. The nastier ones even verbally bullied me, calling me “Stumpy” and stuff. I felt really bad on the inside, why couldn’t I be an ordinary kid like everyone else? You saw the depressed look on my face and came to my rescue, chided the nasty boys and stood by me no matter what happened.
However, good things must come to an end. In Secondary School, you fell weak and did not possess the energy anymore to carry on. Everyone in the family told you to rest at home, and after much persuasion you finally did.
I managed fine in school, and before I even knew it, I was a proud owner of my own prosthetic leg. I moved on in life and went on to University, getting a doctorate and am now a proud doctor. I would not have achieved all that I have now without your help. I am what I am because of you.
My life would never be the same without you.
Thanks for reading!
Since the day I was born, you had bestowed your love and kindness upon me, entrusting me with the determination and willpower to carry on living. No one might know how important you were to me, a boy with one leg lesser than others.
I remember you telling me how my leg was lost. You told me that I was crossing the road with you, and you were holding on to my hand tightly, clutching it, until that unfateful moment when your phone rang. You picked it up, talking to the other guy on your phone. Unbeknownst to you, my hand slipped away from yours, and a blue Chevy sped its way, knocking me down, with my legs taking the worst impact. I blacked out, only hearing your scream, but it was too late.
I woke up the next day, finding myself in a hospital. My leg was bandaged and casted. There my mom was, sitting at a corner, crying. She was crying so hard that she didn’t even know I had awoken from my unconscious state. I looked at her, teary-eyed and all.
“Why didn’t I take care of him? Why did I have to answer that call? Why? Why!”
“Mom, its okay, it wasn’t your fault. I will get well soon.”
“Get well soon? Son, your leg has to be gone! Cut away!”
I did not believe what I had just heard. I knew my life was going to change, for the worse.
The operation ensued and my leg was inevitably amputated. The doctor apparently said that if I did not amputate it, I will face complications in the future, maybe even leading to cancer. I could tell you felt bad over the incident, your morose state evident in your daily speech and actions. I felt bad too, for it was my own carelessness that led to the subsequent unfortunate event. You were inconsolable, living the rest of your life in misery.
The day that made the most impact was my first day in school. Like every other kid in the world, school was inevitable and I had to attend it. I was put on a wheelchair, and you took pains to take me to school everyday, whiling your time away at the back of the class, waiting for the dismissal bell to ring, and then fetching me back home. Without fail, you came everyday, packed a lunchbox for me to eat during recess, worried almost for everything material in this world. In school, the boys picked on me, pointing at my thigh, wondering where the lower part of it had gone. The nastier ones even verbally bullied me, calling me “Stumpy” and stuff. I felt really bad on the inside, why couldn’t I be an ordinary kid like everyone else? You saw the depressed look on my face and came to my rescue, chided the nasty boys and stood by me no matter what happened.
However, good things must come to an end. In Secondary School, you fell weak and did not possess the energy anymore to carry on. Everyone in the family told you to rest at home, and after much persuasion you finally did.
I managed fine in school, and before I even knew it, I was a proud owner of my own prosthetic leg. I moved on in life and went on to University, getting a doctorate and am now a proud doctor. I would not have achieved all that I have now without your help. I am what I am because of you.
My life would never be the same without you.
Thanks for reading!
Lalala
Posted on: Friday, September 18, 2009
Posted at: 2:49 AM
Posted at: 2:49 AM
Hi I am back!
Just surfing the net, when i saw this pic . What do you think about it?
I guess team work is a important aspect in our daily lives and as a believer in friendship, I feel why not? If teamwork lets you acheive more, go for it! :D You might even get some new friends on the way.
Anyway, our form teacher just gave out exemptions sheets, yea and of course I didnt get exempted from anything. -_-" Its okay i guess i will strive harder next year :D haha
Glacias!
Just surfing the net, when i saw this pic . What do you think about it?
I guess team work is a important aspect in our daily lives and as a believer in friendship, I feel why not? If teamwork lets you acheive more, go for it! :D You might even get some new friends on the way.
Anyway, our form teacher just gave out exemptions sheets, yea and of course I didnt get exempted from anything. -_-" Its okay i guess i will strive harder next year :D haha
Glacias!
Posted on: Thursday, September 17, 2009
Posted at: 5:38 AM
Posted at: 5:38 AM
sian just came back from school . Lol I dunno wad to post sia, damn bo liao. Anyway tmr no NPcc ! Yay. . can slack lol. I dunno why so many ppl are mugging now? EOY Stress? haha maybe I am the only non-mugger , thats why I can post this post now. :D Played PES 2009 just now, lol got the league cup le. Lets just wish that the EOY's will quickly come and go. Looking forward to the DEC hols!
Bye~!
Bye~!
Welcome
Posted on: Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Posted at: 5:56 PM
Posted at: 5:56 PM
Welcome to my blog guys, hope you like it!