I see on the news, a five-year-old girl is injured in a car accident. As a result, she becomes paralysed from the waist down. The doctors say she will never walk again. The girl must spend the rest of her life confined to a wheel chair. The freedom to work has been taken away an innocent child.

When I stop to think about this I realize how much I take for granted the use of my legs. I remember how much I enjoy walking along a beach with warm, wet sand squishing through my toes. I realize how much it means to me playing sports for my school and being part of a team. How different my life would be if I would not be able to go hiking through the woods or go swimming and jumping off diving boards. I look back at the times when I was a child and hopped on my bike to ride into town or just ran around the neighbourhood playing with my friends.

Many people who are paraplegic have physical disabilities will never have these opportunities. Everyday of their lives they must faces struggles. Simple things I do routinely everyday, like getting out of bed in the morning and getting dressed, would be challenge for the physically impaired. What would it be like if I had to wheel myself from class to class, instead of walking freely through the halls.

I think the worst part of being physically disabled must be sad but true, the staring, the teasing, and being made fun of. Not everyone be so cruel, but cruelty does happen.

If I could give away freedom, I would give the freedom of movement to all people who are paralysed in some way. I would give it to people in this condition so they could enjoy all the things. Other human can enjoy. Some people are born with disabilities, and others dreadfully obtain them during their lives. Some of these disabilities can be cured, but many can’t be. I think, this is unfair and everyone should be given the same opportunities in life.

Why should someone be denied the freedom to run?. Why should someone be denied the freedom to swing a baseball bat?. Physically challenged people should have the right to do all the things healthy human do, and if I had the ability to give away this freedom , I would. I don’t think we pay enough attention to handicapped people. They get a guaranteed front row parking space and an extra large stall in a public rest-room but I doubt it really matters to them. If I could give away freedom, I would give handicapped people the freedom to be healthy again.

A FORGETTABLE TRIP

The words on the sign that hung outside the bar gleamed: ‘Black Jack’s Bar’. After I jumped off my five-speed mountain bicycle and took off my helmet, I confidently walked up to the radiant building. I performed a last minute check of my appearance in an outside mirror. I slicked back my hair and tucked my tie-dye shirt inside of my tight blue jeans. Looking so sexy, I was ready to accomplish my goal for the night: to be flirtatious, and secure a lady’s telephone number in hopes of getting a date.

My eyes surveyed the vicinity for irresistible women. At first, I did not see any desirable women; however, my eyes were soon affixed upon a beautiful blonde-hair woman with long legs. I decided to approach her.

I asked her, ‘Are you tired?’.
She responded in a soft voice, ‘No. Why do you ask?’
I then answered nonchalantly, ‘Because you have been running through my mind all night’.

She erupted into laughter. I could not understand why she had laughed at my pick-up line, which is a famous cliché used to get dates. I decided that this lady was not for me. I was a little disappointed, but I didn’t quit. I put more oil in my hair and was ready to proceed. I return to my seat at the bar. I needed a drink to make me feel better so I ordered a scotch and water. Better hold the scotch. As the bartender handed me my drink, a young-looking brunette entered the bar. She walked in and sat down next to me; I had never seen such beauty before. I did nothing at first out of fear; however, I remembered my objective for the night and prepared a speech.

I slid over to her and said, ‘Your feet must hurt’.
She retorted, ‘No, not really. Why?’.
‘Because you just fell from heaven, angel,’. I replied.

The brunette departed immediately for some unknown reason. I was dumbfounded. On any other night, I would have had two women in my arms. I thought deeply about my previous bahaviour. I decided that I would be myself and act normal around the next women I saw. I decided to use this philosophy instead of a tactic called loan sharking. This is a process of buying a woman a drink while demanding something in return. Many people put on mask when meeting people just like I had done. People hide their true personality and make themselves less attractive. This is a major problem in our society.

The slamming of the bar door interrupted my profound thoughts.

My tiger-like eyes zeroed in on this new goddess. A beautiful dark-haired woman had entered the bar. She was a little shorter than i. Her skin was very tan and she had an attractive body. I walked over to her and sat down.

I said, ‘Hello there. My name is Tom. How are you this evening?’.
She responded, ‘very well, thank you. My name is Danielle’.
I asked her amiably, ‘would you like a drink?’.
She responded politely, ‘ Yes, please, I will take a milk'.

I then ordered the milk. This greeting initiated more conversation. I sweet-talked her a little, but I didn’t say anything to her that I didn’t mean. After a good thirty minutes of conversation had passed, I finally acquired her telephone number. I promised to call her the next day to discuss what to do for our first date.

Having been satisfied that I fulfilled my goal for the night, I decided to leave. I took one side look in an inside mirror. I slicked back my hair and untucked my tie-dye shirt outside about ten yards from me when I tripped over my shoelaces and fell hard onto the ground. I felt an enormous pain my arm. Somebody came out after hearing my cry of pain. They saw what had happened and proceeded to call an ambulance. By the time the ambulance had arrived, I already passed out from the excruciating pain. When I awoke, I found that I had broken my arm in four places. That wasn’t what irritated me: it was the fact I had lost the telephone number I had worked to obtain.

I said to myself, ‘Wow! This is a forgettable trip’.