My left leg

He was born with congenital cerebral palsy. Obviously, it had been a difficult birth. Both her mother and herself were dying. All his relatives were waiting at the door to wait for news, and they were praying for both of them to live. After giving birth, they sent the mother home for a few weeks to recover. At that time, they kept the child in the hospital. It was his mother who first noticed that there was a problem with the child. Whenever she held the child's head, she would fall back. She tried to fix it by supporting her neck with her hand to keep it stable, but when she pulled her hand away, the boy's neck fell back again. Then, as the child got older, the problems increased. His hands were always tight, that is, in the form of a fist and bent backwards. When he was 6 months old, he could not stand stably without any support pillow or something around him. This situation has continued. His family took him to many doctors. Almost all of the doctors said that it was very interesting and that it was a hopeless case, and that the child was mentally handicapped and would stay that way. Of course, the mother was devastated by this. After a while, the doctors convinced the mother that nothing could be done for this child. But the woman still chose to deny this inevitable fact. She has not lost faith in her child. Doctors used to say that a child is just something to be fed, washed and set aside. But instead of doing these things, the child's mother tried to do her best to do the same to her other children, how she treated her other children, who never gave up on her child, instead of being a creature that was forgotten in the back room and never talked about. While all his relatives thought that the boy was retarded, the boy's mother said that the problem was in his body, not in his brain.

One day, as the family sat down, Chris (the name of the child born with a disability) looked at the chalk in front of his sister. He had never seen it before in his life, and he was intrigued. And at that moment, all her mother's hopes were dashed again. Chris reached out with his left foot and picked up the chalk in front of his sister. He gripped the chalk tightly with his toes and began scribbling randomly on the board. Chris was surprised that he did this. Not only was he shocked, but his family as well. Everyone was silent and staring at Chris. She looked at Chris as her mother entered the room, then at the chalk she had between her toes, and she always did. He would try to teach his son the alphabet. He wrote the letter a on the board and asked Chris to do the same, but Chris couldn't. His mother asked him to try again, and after a few tries Chris was able to write the letter a. Her mother had taught the child the entire alphabet in the same way, with the thought that if she could not communicate with people verbally, she could do so in writing. By the age of seven, although he could not speak, he could stand up on his own and move from one place to another on his hip. This was a huge success for him. And his left foot was his everything. After all, it allowed him to communicate with his family. He was trying to write the names of the objects he saw around the house. He was proud of himself when he managed to write a word. Then he saw a word in his brother's book and after a long struggle he managed to write it down and his mother showed it. The word she had just learned to write was Anne. His mother was overjoyed at this. Whoever she was wouldn't be happy.

It had been a long time, and Chris had learned to paint. One day, on New Year's Eve, Christmas for them, Chris was browsing the magazine and saw that there was a painting competition that children of a certain age could participate in. Looking at the ad again, Chris saw the picture that needed to be painted. Then he called his mother and showed him the advertisement about the contest. And then he made grunting sounds like I can't do that. The family had now somewhat deciphered what those grunting sounds meant. Encouraging her mother, Chris, she said, "You don't have to be a genius to do it, just try it." And Chris tried to make that painting, keeping what his mother said. And the picture turned out to be much better than he thought. Chris was happy about this. The next day, his mother put the picture in an envelope and mailed it to the newspaper. After a while, there was a knock on the door of the house and the woman opened the door. There was a reporter and a journalist in front of them. They asked a lot of questions about Chris. His mother also told about Chris's entire life so far. Reporters were shocked when they heard about this experience. Chris had won the competition…