Many years ago, I came across a story about a man who always complain to God why he cannot own a pair of expensive shoes until God showed him a man without legs.
To many people, walking is as natural as breathing. But to me (a Polio survivor), the fact that I can still walk normally everyday is a gift from God. I was born in Malaysia and I had Polio when I was a baby. I do not remember anything that happened. There was not a single impression in my memory. I only knew that I had this condition when the nurses came to my primary school and my mum brought me for referral medical checkups about my spinal curve shown on the X-ray films. And then, I remember seeing documentary programmes about people with Polio conditions. Most of them were unable to walk upright and normally.
When I am out and walking, somtimes I become aware that people are noticing me. I do not know the reason for them giving to me such special attention. Sometimes I choose to ignore when I am too busy to care. Sometime I just go along and enjoy the special treatment given.
A few years ago, suddenly I could not walk. I could not even walk across the road to have lunch with my colleagues. During that time, I was helping out in my church preschool and we (teachers & parent volunteers) were suppose to bring the children to an animal farm. I could not walk even for more than 5 mins upon reaching the farm. I was depressed. I was advised by the doctor to make in-soles and wear special shoes (comes in 1 colour and design). It got me back to walking normally again. But people still notice me.
A few years ago, suddenly I could not walk. I could not even walk across the road to have lunch with my colleagues. During that time, I was helping out in my church preschool and we (teachers & parent volunteers) were suppose to bring the children to an animal farm. I could not walk even for more than 5 mins upon reaching the farm. I was depressed. I was advised by the doctor to make in-soles and wear special shoes (comes in 1 colour and design). It got me back to walking normally again. But people still notice me.
Just 2 days ago, I was shopping with a friend. I chose not to drive to the shopping mall because it was linked directly to the MRT station. I walked for about 1 hour around the mall. When I finally reached my home MRT station, I felt my right foot started to become painful with my every step. I was only about 8 mins walk away from my home. The pain was so unbearable I almost wanted to hire a taxi that would bring me right to my doorstep. Thank God, I managed to walked home!
I really do not know how many more steps I can make tomorrow. Sometimes, when I am overwhelmed by the attention that passerbys gave, I got depressed. Sometimes, I questioned God why wouldn't He give me a normal pair of legs like everybody else. Sometimes, I choose not to walk but took a vehicle, simply because I want a break from the unwanted attention and sudden pain in the foot which is just too much for me to bear. Just for a while.
Lord, let me take...........One Step At A Time.
Lord, let me take...........One Step At A Time.




















