"Ouch mom stop it! It hurts" I shouted as she was testing where my leg was sprained. I had actually sprained my leg as I was walking to the dining hall in my college. I hadn't noticed the uneven surface and had fell, thus spraining my ankle badly!
It was a busy day in college and I was a volunteer for the send off party that was due next day. Being a volunteer, there were so many things I had to take care of. One of the main things was to make sure we had given invitations to each and every lecturers. With lecturers coming and leaving at odd hours, according to their time table, it was difficult to make sure everyone was invited. In my hurry to invite someone who had just come, I fell and got my right leg sprained. I had no time to see what had happened and I was busy for the rest of the day. Finally when I reached home and removed my shoes, did I see the swelling.. I started to create a big fuss. Everyone at home was worried and they were thinking it might be a fracture. I started to fuss even more and refused to walk or even move the leg. I even refused to go the doctor and started to cry when forced.
I was very scared of fractures. I could not even imagine a bandage on my leg as it would put an end to all the fun. What about the party? I would have to sit all day in same place.
Finally, after lots of coaxing, I went to the doctor. He asked to get an X-Ray done and to my bad luck it was a fracture. I lost of all hopes of going to the party.
It went on and I was pretty much sulking. I refused to leave my bed and get up. On the 3rd day, when we were watching our favorite program, a talent show, I saw something which inspired me a lot. A lady who had lost her one leg due to doctor's mistake, had decided not to give up. She might have lost her leg but she never lost hope. She learnt to dance and she even got many awards
It made me think. If such a big thing hadn't made her lose hope, why should I sulk for such a small thing? If people can face hardships and come out smiling, why should I let small things like a fracture bother me? It wasn't the end of my life. It was just a party that I had missed. But there was so much more to life than a party. Life was to be lived, not to be wasted doing nothing. With renewed hope, I decided to stop sulking and do something worth in my life.
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Until next post,
Sudhi
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