An Angel Taught Me A Lesson
by Jessica, 13
Have you ever thought about the person who just rode by you in a wheel chair? Or the retarded person you sit beside in class? Have you ever thought about what it must be like to have those problems? Have you ever imaged what it's like to never be able to walk, to be look down on all your life? Have you ever imaged trying to keep up, trying to be normal, trying to ignore the fact that your not, that you have a problem? Most people would walk right by someone, not even wondering about how hard there life is. Have you ever wondered about the baby who has cancer next door?
          
I have Multiple Hereditary Exostoses. I am lucky, I am not going to die from this disorder, and this disorder taught me a very hard lesson to learn. I was at Sick Kids one day, while my mother bought me some pain killers. I had just had surgery, and was very grumpy. I felt sorry for myself. I had to go in a wheel chair and everyone was staring at me, it made me feel even more so sorry for myself. Then a little boy, around three or four, walked in with his mother. This child had no hair, and I knew he had cancer. The strangest thing was, this little boy was smiling.

I stopped complaining to my mother right away, and I studied the boy. His mother lifted him up onto the table, and started to talk with the lady who worked there.

"Back again?" the lady asked.

"Yeah." the mother answered. I noticed her eyes were filled with pain and tiredness. Her little boy was playing with a truck as the two adults kept talking about him.

That little boy taught me something. Having MHE doesn't mean its the end of the world, after all, we're all pretty lucky, we don't have 7 months to live, and even though that little boy did, he was smiling.
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