"My Left Foot" after watching

Willa 2022-10-15 10:54:40

Christie, a man with only his left foot to move up and down, eventually became a writer, painter and poet. He is a poem in itself, a powerful and powerful inspirational poem. He was defined by doctors as a vegetative person when he was born, but his family did not give up on it. Christie used his sentient left foot to draw pictures and write an autobiography.

When Christie was sad and lost, his family came to comfort him, especially his mother. When he gave up hope in life, his mother was always full of confidence, encouraging him and motivating him.

Christie can draw beautiful pictures because he has a strong psychology.

It is because he has such a strong mentality that he has created what he is now. This is a kind of not afraid of being hit, not stumbled by the difficulties of life, and a kind of shattered by the cruelty of reality in a short time. The spirit of repair.

Among them, I was deeply impressed that Christie learned that the doctor she liked, Aileen, liked her, but it was just a platonic love, heartbroken, unable to lift her spirits, and at a loss for the prospects of life, using alcohol to relieve her worries, to herself When he lost his confidence, his mother said, I still have confidence in you. So his mother mobilized the whole family to build a painting room for Christie alone, which is the family's meticulous care for him.

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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."