I was born with CP nearly died because my lungs collapsed and I couldn't breathe. I survived and last month I made 50 and I am still alive. Now because of CP to get around in my youth I crawled on my knees. Now when a lot of people saw this they felt sad and ashamed. They would say I am sorry again and again. But to me I felt they had no reason for this. I looked at me being on my knees as a gift. I won races and I was able to give the young ones horseback rides. Besides being on my knees made it easier for me to pray and thank God. Thank Him for letting me survive and enjoy my life. I get around in a wheelchair now and I am pleased but I have no regrets from the days when I was on my knees.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem