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The Colombian Post Talk, Tell, Post - Being born with a disability is a reason to smile

Being born with a disability is a reason to smile

This is a real story written by : Michael Stiven Parra- 10th Grade
IERD Miña y Ticha, Guachetá, Cundinamarca

 

This story took place in a tiny town near by the capital city, Bogotá, in a humble ranch in La Hacienda La Fraguita, where a lower -class family of hard working farmers lived. They had a daughter a very special one. They loved her like parents love expecting a well desired babe. They love this girl from the bottom of their hearts. This girl was for this family the best gift God could have ever given.

The family ´s precious daughter was born with a disability; she could not move her legs, she could not walk or stand up.  For some people, having a disable child is a disgrace, but not for her or her family, who lived proud of her.

"Poor girl" people said, “confined in a wheel chair", poor girl” , "poor family." But while people complain about her condition, for the girl being born with a disability was a reason to follow her dreams. Being in a wheel chair did not stop her to fight for all she wanted in life.  The parents proud of her treasure support her, since birth, every day, every smile, every thought in everything you imagine, parents were always there. Day after day, words of encouragement came out from her parents’ mouth, I would rather say soul, The parents always kept in mind that her daughter’s dream was beyond a disability. Actually, what parents were trying to do with her daughter was raising a child, a strong girl with a strong character to be able to achieve her dreams and all what she wanted in life.

Time passed by, and this girl was a successful student at school, she obtained excellent scores thanks to her compromise and responsibility. She was one of the best in her class, different from teenagers and boys like me; this girl spent her tome reading about anything she knew would be helpful to succeed. Unfortunately and to my disgrace, we are healthy but occupy most of our life reading a screen, not necessarily on things that will make us succeed....what a disgrace boy my age live,

These two laborious peasants spent some time of their day devoted to their child. They took her from home to school carrying her on their back, same from school to home. This because in many places in Colombia roads in rural areas are narrowed to go to school, for some kids it is not a big issue, in comparison to problems they have to deal with every day at home, for kids in my country, walking throughout a narrowed road is to feel free, autonomous, independent, they may feel like in a challenge, kids’ own risks a challenges.

For this, and for the reasons this girl had in their mind, a difficult road did not represent an obstacle in her life neither for the family, peasants know how to walk through this roads, it becomes part of life, life as it is. The girl, attended school every day same scary  and " estrecho road”, on her parents back, like a female knight waiting for a fight, a little woman with a victorious heart. The roughest terrain would never stop this girl.

She really had a strong mind, she had strong parents...parents different from many boys my age have. The girl was surrounded by good people, who also carried her on their back, friends who believe in her, the kind of people who support others to accomplish their dreams. Probably, many people that knew this girl was what I saw in her eyes, a crazy feeling to make dreams come true and the willingness to do all to reach it.

Days, months, and even years passed by, and one day of a special month  of an expected year for all, some of her classmates contacted a  business that specializes in prosthetics and wheelchairs, the company request was to collect plastic lids, those lids people have in bags at home or that never recycle and throw them into the garbage, lids that I never imagine could make people reach dreams. The community, students, teachers people from the village, everybody was collecting lids for her.

The big day arrived, there you could see the principal on the mic, helping to count the lids, in patio students counting, 1000, 2000, 3000, 4000, 5000, 6000, everybody, the mayor the principal, well known people and landowners from small villages, 7000, 8000 and 8250 lids for her. She was crying first time, people saw her crying, we could build a wall of lids, toys, many things, but this only had a purpose, to make this brave heart to reach her dreams. The principal of school rang the company and told them the good news, 8250 lids!!! and ask them ¿could you make it for her, a wheelchair a special one?

8250 lids!!!

People may ask for new shoes, a new house, new cloths, new friends, new books, a new football, new dress, new school, new TV or smart phone, and for a new wheelchair, a very special one.