So… last week, Wednesday evening, I sprained my ankle.
There’s really no other way to say it. I tripped on the air, or my leg just gave
out. However one wants to word it, the
result is the same – a sprained ankle.
This was my first time on crutches, (well, I played with
them when I was a kid, but that was like a decade ago,) and I soon gained a huge
appreciation for people who have to use crutches for long periods of time.
By the end of each day, my arms hurt, my back hurt, my abs
hurt, and the uninjured leg hurt.
What surprised me, however, was the amount of people who
stopped me to ask if I needed help.
While it was a struggle with my pride, (it’s surprisingly hard to admit
that one needs help,) I eventually accepted the help offered.
Even so, another person holding one’s backpack only does so
much, especially for someone unused to crutches.
After two positively exhausting schooldays, I felt
positively beaten. Each day felt like a
full week, and I knew I wasn’t getting enough sleep to compensate.
At the end of my second day on crutches, a woman in my math
class was kind enough to offer to call Security to help me to the bus
stop. Even still, I felt crushed.
So, warning me that it would still be hard work, my parents
got a wheelchair from an organization in my community.
They were right; it was still hard work, but only on the
uphill. Unlike with the crutches, which
were difficult going uphill, downhill, straight, or standing still, the
wheelchair was only difficult going uphill.
I positively shock by how many people noticed my
struggle. Again and again, people would
stop and ask if I needed help! I felt
bad, putting people out of their way (it wasn’t that bad,) so I often
just asked for help getting up whichever hill or ramp with which I was
Incredibly, people went out of their way to help me! The first person was a woman who helped me up
the ramp past the Campus Center. While
she was helping me, she said that she believed that people were put on this
earth to help each other out. If you’re
reading this, ma’am, THANK YOU! Not only
did you help me physically, but you made it that much easier for me to accept
the aid of others later on.
The other person I really would like to thank helped me on
my way to my last class on Tuesday. I
was struggling in the stretch between the Robert Parilla Performing Arts
Center, and the Music Building, when someone (male) offered to help me. While I only asked that he push me past the
next ramp, he pushed me nearly all the way to my next class! Then, when we came upon a girl who was in the
class towards which I was heading, she took over to get me into the building
and to the actual class.
In all of this, I never saw the man’s face! If you’re reading this, sir, I can’t thank
you enough. It is, in my opinion, one of
the truest kindnesses, to help someone without even confronting them for their
gratitude. THANK YOU SO MUCH!
So, to all of the marvelous, marvelous people of MC – thank you
for all of the incredible kindnesses you have shown me over the past week. This is why I love MC so much!
“Yes, I think to myself,
What a wonderful world.” - What
A Wonderful World, Louis Armstrong (1967)