act like dan lewis

Muriel 2022-12-27 21:43:39

When eating barbecue, we joked that it is cruel to eat chicken legs. With only one leg, chickens can only live their whole life by jumping and jumping. And what about people who can only use their left foot?

He was born with cerebral palsy which caused convulsions, contorted face, crooked mouth at all times, frowned, shook his head, unable to speak so he had to open his eyes to convey his heart, whether angry, sad, aggrieved, or even happy. The same expression. It even looked hideous.

He was considered a burden, and Dad thought he was a waste. But his mother had hope in him, her mother encouraged him to write the first letter, her mother said "we don't understand what you mean, but God knows", and her mother taught him not to steal even if we were poor. When he was sweating profusely and wrote "MOTHER" with his left foot, his mother was in tears, and his father proudly carried him into the pub and declared to others, "He is a genius!"

So he, like any normal person, would Falling in love, falling in love, committing suicide, very smart, very humorous, and principled, he can express his emotions through painting and writing, and he also bravely pursues the person he loves.

Legendary experience, abnormal role, this is Oscar's most popular bridge.

Living with the left foot is just as wonderful.

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Extended Reading

My Left Foot quotes

  • Christy Brown: What are you going to do about it, Peter? You're a nice man. What are you going to do about it?

    Peter: I'm gonna wheel you out of this restaurant.

    Christy Brown: Yeah?

    [starts beating his head on the table]

    Christy Brown: [chanting] Wheel out the cripple! Wheel out the cripple!

  • [reading a speech Christy has written]

    Lord Castlewelland: "I was born in the Rotunda Hospital on June the fifth, 1932. There were 22 children in all, of which 13 survived. It would not be true to say that I am no longer lonely. I have made myself articulate and understood to people in many parts of the world, and this is something we all wish to do whether we're crippled or not. Yet, like everyone else, I am acutely conscious sometimes of my own isolation, even in the midst of people. And I often give up hope of ever being able to really communicate with them. It is not only the sort of isolation that every writer or artist must experience in the creative mood if he is to create anything at all. It is like a black cloud sweeping down on me unexpectedly, cutting me off from others. A sort of deaf-muteness. I lay back in my chair while my own left foot beat time to a new rhythm. Now I could relax and enjoy myself completely. I was at peace. Happy."