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Why Should I

Why Should I

Life is truly a mystery. There are many unexpected events that sometimes happen to us. That's what I feel, the demikejadian incident that comes brings sadness. 

I am the eldest son in my family. As a child I want to always be with my parents, those who take care of me and educate me so that I become a good child. In fact, from year to year I have always been a class champion, being the pride of teacher n in my courtesy praised by the people around me. It was all thanks to my parents… 

But things changed when I was in 2nd grade, a household that made my parents have to divorce. I can no longer feel the warmth of my family. The house that used to be for me is a paradise, it turns into a dull dark place. There is no more peace. No more dads who used to teach me so much about life, teaching me to be a tough guy. No more my mom who used to always remind me to do PR, prepare school books. I can't see my mom cooking for me anymore…

I lost all that I should still have. And I had to continue my life without my parents.I chose not to follow my father or mother, because at that time I was disappointed in the decision they took.Entah how many times I cried over my fate, I always ask why it should happen to me?

A lot changed from me at that time, my association was more free, because all I thought about at that time was how I could forget my family problems. Some teachers from my school also had time to look for me because I lost 1 month from school. They gave me encouragement and support. Until I graduated, I got a scholarship offer to continue my schooling. But I refused it.Either what I thought at that time.

Life hangs down to and fro, I've lived it. I'll join anyone who wants to take me. Missing my family often makes me weak. But I don't want to go back to them yet, I still want to satisfy myself enjoying my choices. Sometimes I visit my mother, but more often to my father.

As the years grew older, I began to think about the future. I changed my life, I went back to my mother, I wanted to help my mother. I have lost so many things in my life. I wish my life would be better. And finally I started to revert to what I was once, albeit incompletely, but I had a family…

I am happy and grateful to be able to go through my bitter times. But what if I thought, God again tested me with a much greater calamity.Due to an accident, I had to lose one leg. Sadness, anger, despair, becoming one weakens my spirit. How could this happen? Dankenwhat should I be? Is God not enough of the test I have to go through? Why do you have to test me this way? How will my life be? Why is my fate so bad? My crying ceaselessly regrets this situation. 

And what hurts my heart even more is my mother's changed attitude toward me. While I could only lie there in pain, I also had to hear the spicy words coming out of my mother's mouth. Why did my mother curse as if I wanted this calamity.

My healing period took a long time, and I had to go through it myself, I tried hard in front of all people, but when I was alone, I was unable to hold back my crying. When I saw my thigh that was bandaged after the amputation. Where's myfoot? I still remember when I walked on my two legs, but why is it like this now?

After I was healed, I joined people who fared like me in a foundation. It was here that I learned to get used to my situation. Slowly my confidence began to grow. But sometimes I see those whose families visit every week, and I, only able to see one by one those who come, I hope my adakeluarga. then I prefer to be alone in the room hiding my teary eyes.

Only an occasional phone call from my father could calm me down a bit. And friends who are like my brothers who make me feel good. It made me smile and in my heart said, I can get through all this. 

As a disabled person, I need a prosthetic leg to make it easier for me to move. It's quite expensive for me. I could not ask my parents anymore, they have spent too much for me.With the help of my friends, I got a proposal from the Social Service and Hospital. It was that proposal that I used to solicit donations from the ketoko store.

With shame and fear, I went one by one store.It felt like crying if you remember the incident, Under the blazing sun I walked limped with a stick. In my heart ask “ am I a beggar?” God, I never imagined my life would be like this. 

That day many shops that I entered, some can understand, even give support, but there is also a ketus.he threw a thousand dollars into my face, astaghfirullah God strengthen me, in my heart. Is this what I am? This is my fight, I have to be strong.

I always try to strengthen myself. It turns out asking is something that can humble ourselves. I pray to god, ‘god, really I am forced to do this, this is all I can do right now, God make this a good start’.

After the afternoon I went home with a slightly relieved heart, because I had not paid money to buy fake legs. But I didn't tell this to my family. Tomorrow I take the money to the hospital and the lack of it is under the responsibility of the donor.

It turns out that true, in every disaster there is wisdom that can be taken. We have to be sincere and patient with it.

I can learn many things, many experiences from there. Now, even though my physique is not perfect, I can live life as usual. I work in a laundry. Even though my salary is below average, I am still grateful that there are still people who want to hire me. Always confident and trying your hardest, nothing is impossible.