Uncle John, has no legs.
He's living proof you don't need long legs to be cool.
i sat in for a short talk Uncle John gave tonight (i call him uncle john coz my daddy kept telling me "get that for uncle john.... see what uncle john is doing etc etc". makes me feel closer to him too!) and den thereafter we went for punggol nasi lemak supper.
i thoroughly enjoyed his company. and not solely because he was inspirational or unintimidating. i enjoyed his company just coz he was fun. and he taught me how to laugh, even if the joke is on me. he taught me how to enjoy life despite anything thrown my way.
Uncle John told about how his deformed feet (which had little sensation in it) was slashed and poked with needles by bullies in class sitting behind him. they cut off 3 of his toes.
Uncle John told about how he once had to go to the restroom urgently while he was in class but could not get the teacher's attention. so he hopped off his chair and onto a sea of pins and thumbtacks planted by the devil's spawn (my term, not his) at the bottom of his chair.
Uncle John shared about how he was thrown into a garbage bin by bullies in his high school who then set the bin on fire.
He was buried deep. he could not lift himself out.
His flesh burnt. He smelt death.
But he was saved. and he became the man that he is today.
i felt so much affection for him in such a short time. and i felt so encouraged to simply just enjoy every moment of life.
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