Personal Narrative-Stroke: A Short Story
How could people be so bad! Argh! Why do I get all the problems? Why me? Those guys made fun of me for no reason. I was trying hard enough. I was feeling so bad about it that wasted my evening thinking all over things that happened by the pool. Well actually I have been attending the Recreation Centre these days. I go there every evening for swimming. Not that I can’t swim but I can’t do some of the swimming styles. And learning these styles had become so frustrating that I would feel mentally exhausted. Oh! The reason of my frustration. Well…
I was trying my best every time to do a breast-stroke but would sink down every single time like a hard rock. It was half past six already. A group of guys sitting by the pool made fun and laughed at
me. “At least I am trying!” I shouted at them. “You can’t do it small guy. Look at you skinny sheep! Well let’s see, come over do a lap!” This freaked me out. I was already too exhausted and knew I wouldn’t make it. But I couldn’t say no. I frowned at them and leaped into the blue water. As it became darker I found my muscles flexing back. I knew I was in a trouble. Striving to move up the eight feet deep level I sunk more. The lifeguard rushed at the spot and let the rope around me. Coughing and catching my breath I gathered myself and walked away. Those guys told me to get some muscles. I felt ashamed and moved on. This being the reason I was complaining all day long about me. Couldn’t I have a better muscular body? Couldn’t I be bit taller?
It was already seven. The wind was quite chilly. I entered the Riverfront Residence Hall. I live at the fifteen floor. As I tried to rush myself around the lobby I heard someone asking for help. It was Ryan, struggling to open up his mail-box. I just took the keys off his neck and opened it for him. I asked him whether he needed more help. He joked “No limbs so no worries mate!” and moved towards the elevator. At once I was ashamed and felt so stupid for that evening. Seeing Ryan so happy I was just so stupid to complain about things. To make it more clearly, well, Ryan is physically disabled. His nervous system has serious breakdown and his limbs have neuro-sensory impairment. Simply he has an electronic wheelchair to move around. I asked him whether I could help him with his shopping bags that were hanging around his chair. But he simply wouldn’t. All in all he did everything for himself. He truly had no legs, no arms and no worries. Being physically disabled to such extent didn’t let him even get sad. He was happy and never missed out any event around. He is even hardworking and paying off his bills.
Here I am mocking myself and complaining for all the problems in my life that have no real impact. I realized that moment, how stupid and negative I was. Ryan is a person who really makes my worries just fade away. I feel so fortunate towards my parents, friends and this life that I have got everything to enjoy and live on. I can have as many problems and solve them because I have everything to succeed to enjoy. When someone like Ryan can take on every problem of his life and be happy why not me! I promised myself from that very moment that no matter what happens or what problem comes across my life, I’ll fight it and live this only chance to live this fortunate life. I can either complain about myself whole Life or either fight for it and live every day like Ryan, being happy.
“If there's a single lesson that life teaches us, it's that wishing doesn't make it so.” ― Lev Grossman
I was trying my best every time to do a breast-stroke but would sink down every single time like a hard rock. It was half past six already. A group of guys sitting by the pool made fun and laughed at
me. “At least I am trying!” I shouted at them. “You can’t do it small guy. Look at you skinny sheep! Well let’s see, come over do a lap!” This freaked me out. I was already too exhausted and knew I wouldn’t make it. But I couldn’t say no. I frowned at them and leaped into the blue water. As it became darker I found my muscles flexing back. I knew I was in a trouble. Striving to move up the eight feet deep level I sunk more. The lifeguard rushed at the spot and let the rope around me. Coughing and catching my breath I gathered myself and walked away. Those guys told me to get some muscles. I felt ashamed and moved on. This being the reason I was complaining all day long about me. Couldn’t I have a better muscular body? Couldn’t I be bit taller?
It was already seven. The wind was quite chilly. I entered the Riverfront Residence Hall. I live at the fifteen floor. As I tried to rush myself around the lobby I heard someone asking for help. It was Ryan, struggling to open up his mail-box. I just took the keys off his neck and opened it for him. I asked him whether he needed more help. He joked “No limbs so no worries mate!” and moved towards the elevator. At once I was ashamed and felt so stupid for that evening. Seeing Ryan so happy I was just so stupid to complain about things. To make it more clearly, well, Ryan is physically disabled. His nervous system has serious breakdown and his limbs have neuro-sensory impairment. Simply he has an electronic wheelchair to move around. I asked him whether I could help him with his shopping bags that were hanging around his chair. But he simply wouldn’t. All in all he did everything for himself. He truly had no legs, no arms and no worries. Being physically disabled to such extent didn’t let him even get sad. He was happy and never missed out any event around. He is even hardworking and paying off his bills.
Here I am mocking myself and complaining for all the problems in my life that have no real impact. I realized that moment, how stupid and negative I was. Ryan is a person who really makes my worries just fade away. I feel so fortunate towards my parents, friends and this life that I have got everything to enjoy and live on. I can have as many problems and solve them because I have everything to succeed to enjoy. When someone like Ryan can take on every problem of his life and be happy why not me! I promised myself from that very moment that no matter what happens or what problem comes across my life, I’ll fight it and live this only chance to live this fortunate life. I can either complain about myself whole Life or either fight for it and live every day like Ryan, being happy.
“If there's a single lesson that life teaches us, it's that wishing doesn't make it so.” ― Lev Grossman