Dear reader,
many people, especially those I meet on the internet,
feel sorry when they learn that I was born handicapped. I'm missing
my right foot from birth. But, as I keep telling those people all the
time: I can walk normally, run, ride a bike with a prosthesis. Still
the first reaction from many is, “I'm sorry.” Why anyway?
Sometimes I say or write to them that probably they feel more sorry
than I ever feel for myself. I was born this way. I don't know any
other way. I don't miss my right foot. I never had it, but I always
had a prosthesis.
Years ago, during my studies, I had some seminars
with a professor with no arms. Although I never dared asking her
directly, I assume she doesn't have arms because of Contergan. Once
her son was in the seminar and she told us she's got a second son. In
one discussion group in a seminar, she told us that she never had the
need to put her arm around someone. The reaction of all of us at
first certainly was shock. We're so used to hugging someone. Be it as
a form of greeting or to comfort. And she has got two sons! Of
course
would I
have the need to hug my sons, comfort them, put my arm around them,
and cradle the little kid in my arm. Wouldn't I? And yet she seemed
at the very least content with her life. She had said it herself, she
never had had the need to put her arm around someone. Why then do I
feel sorry for her, that she, especially with her two sons, could and
can never put her arms around someone? I think, we're feeling sorry
very quickly for others when we see or learn about something that's
existing for us or possible for us, but not existing or not possible
for them. But what good does it do to feel sorry then? Not at all.
My
landlady and friends of my parents, consequently also mine, I guess,
told me the other day that she was to give one of her sons money.
That money was to come from another person, who didn't give it to her
on time for her to give the money to her son on time. So when the son
asked her about the money, she had to tell him she didn't have it...
and said to him that she was sorry. Talking to me and thinking back
about it, she questioned, why she had felt sorry about it. It hadn't
been her fault that the other person didn't give the money on time!
Stop
feeling sorry for yourself and especially stop feeling sorry for
others! That's not helping anybody. When someone is in a bad
situation, he or she needs help, not pity. If you want to help and
the other person genuinely needs help, help them. That's all you can
do. Everything else ends in you feeling sorry and then what? Then you
feel bad yourself. That's not helping you or the other person.
Until
next blog,
sarah
Love it. I have had what many people would consider a tough time because it has taken me 35 years to tackle the symptoms of and never ending recovery from my TBI but I am not sorry for myself because of all the pain. I am grateful for all of it because I am making it through despite I walk a knife edge between life and death. When I sleep I am aware the sleep may put me back into coma or death and I don't mind because it taught me to be smart and use the time I have FULLY, every waking moment I have. It also did a great deal to make my the hypnotherapist who succeeds in helping others.
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