The years are not drowning, seventeen and one, eighteen have arrived, and the pace does not stop.
Some people say that adulthood means the beginning of a new chapter in life.
Although he has not entered the rivers and lakes, he has already built a river and lake in his heart; Although he did not emerge, he felt that he was the protagonist of the novel's own halo.
18 years old is not just a number.
It means longing for the adult world, but also means nostalgia for the ignorant years of the past.
But no amount of rhetoric adds up to 18 years old, in Paola's opinion, may not be so rosy.
Paola is from Brazil, and as everyone thinks of a Brazilian girl, she is warm, hot and beautiful.
When she was a student, she was tall and tall and would take some model shoots from time to time, and anyone who saw this beautiful girl had a bright future.
Eight years ago, as an adult, she had a boyfriend and was immersed in sweet pink bubbles every day.
That Christmas, the two made an appointment to attend a party hosted by friends.
In this way, just out of the control of their parents, a group of young people continued to revel until late.
Late at night, when it was time to go home, after saying goodbye to her friend, she and her boyfriend were ready to take the car home.
But unexpectedly, the turning point of adulthood happened at a time when it should not have happened.
Just as she opened the door, she couldn't open her eyes with a strong light on the opposite side, and when she saw the situation clearly, the out-of-control car crashed straight into her.
With a loud bang, she lost consciousness.
The speeding car ran over her leg, and before she could feel the pain, she fainted from excessive blood loss.
She was rushed to the hospital, because of her injuries, she was directly pushed into the emergency room.
Because of the comminuted fracture of the left lower leg, the doctor had to amputate the leg.
I don't know how long it took to "beep" the sound of the instrument, but fortunately, after the efforts of many doctors, she was able to retrieve a life.
Until she woke up, the family struggled with how to make their daughter face the harsh reality that she only had one leg.
But what awaits them is another bigger blow:
"According to the current situation, if you want to live, you can only undergo a second operation, and your left leg is completely removed."
The daughter who was naughty when she went out yesterday and said that she would come back early, is lying in the cold operating room today, wanting to exchange surgery again and again for her hope of living.
But what can be done...
"Cut it."
The hospital corridors coming and going, these two words are clear and heavy.
In this way, she was once again pushed into the operating room.
This time the operation finally made Death withdraw his hand and let the young girl go.
In pain, she woke up.
Little did she know that night would be the last time she would walk on two legs.
I didn't expect that my boyfriend, who originally loved him, "evaporated from the world" at this time.
After the accident that night, not only did the boyfriend not appear, but not even a single text message of concern was sent.
When she needed comfort the most, she was left alone to face it, and a love affair was "broken up".
Such a double blow made this newly adult girl breathless.
Time seems to go back to when she was just born, washing, dressing, and eating in bed, and needing help from others throughout the process.
After watching her elderly parents busy herself, looking at her numb and mutilated lower body, she complained for a long time why her family wanted to save her.
In the face of an emotionally broken girl, her mother can only hug her every time she cries and tell her that her mother is still there.
The days of living in the hospital seem to have no sense of time.
Slowly, she also accepted the cruel reality of today from the initial pessimism.
My life has just begun, my parents are supporting me, and they have to live for them...
"It's okay, thank God, I'm alive."
As if she had changed as a person, she got up on time every day, washed carefully, and actively cooperated with the rehabilitation program.
Even painkillers can't stop the pain, even simple movements during rehabilitation require it to practice countless times, even if the wound that adapts to the prosthesis is red and swollen.
She carried it all.
After two years of recovery, she finally took her new leg to meet her extraordinary life.
To celebrate her rebirth, Paola posted a picture on her social account:
She stood on one leg with her prosthetic leg, still like a haughty and beautiful swan.
Negative thinking is the real disability, and this twist of suffering, it does not prevent her from embracing tomorrow.
She had loved to travel around before, so she packed her bags and hit the road again.
She has always been a fan of various sports, and she was not confined by this leg, but tried more extreme sports that people with sound limbs could not complete.
She fell in love with the thrill of surfing,
Fell in love with the freedom of diving,
Fell in love with the speed of skiing.
She began to think that maybe God arranged this accident to make her live a different life.
Who says a bad life of fate is a life of getting by?
She insists on a self-disciplined life, and for the muscle lines she likes, she insists on fitness.
She and her friends went on trips and parties together.
Who says that a mutilated body should be locked up and hidden from the light?
She bought more beautiful dresses, and even her mother said that her clothes could be piled up.
In order to go to the beach, she also bought a lot of bikinis, and every time she had a headache and didn't know which one to wear.
This is not the end, how can the exquisite girl only dress herself, she is also busy researching to put on beautiful "clothes" for this leg of herself.
To be the brightest and most dazzling leg of the whole street~
She posted her daily life to social software, more and more people paid attention to her, and everyone was touched by this optimistic girl.
This also made many media pay attention to her, and they invited her to appear on programs and do interviews.
What's even more surprising is that she got the opportunity to return to her old business, and a modeling agency signed her as a graphic model.
More meaningfully, because of her story, it has brought hope to those patients who have the same experience as her.
Fate only took away one of your legs, not your will, in this case, of course, to live an active life.
She wants to help them as much as possible, helping people who don't have the money to buy a prosthesis to customize the right prosthesis.
The first step in restarting your life, of course, is to stand up!
What should I do if I have limited funds?
She wrote her story into a book, and all the proceeds from selling the book were used to help amputees buy prosthetics, wheelchairs...
Mandela once said, "The greatest brilliance in life is not never falling, but always rising again after falling." ”
And she brought that light to them in the dark.
In 2019, she posted a set of comparison photos:
"I lost a leg, but I found a more complete version of myself."
Now she no longer thinks about what life would have been like if it hadn't been for that accident.
"I never fantasize about going back in time, after all, I love my life now!"
Some say her success was a coincidence, and she should be thankful for the accident.
But this statement is too cruel, on the contrary, I think she should thank herself more.
Thanks to the stupid self, in the fierce thorn bush, recklessly stumbled and stumbled, and trained a pair of copper arms and iron fists.
Thank you for daring to love and hate yourself, not looking for someone to cross me in the boundless barren sea, holding one hand in the other hand is happiness, and patting the ash on my body with both hands is still light and breezy.
Thank you for putting away your complaints, facing the unknown future, still have dreams and hopes.
Thank you for thinking that you must do it, in the rolling firmament, you must also live the life you want in the way you like.
The story of chasing the light is always moving, but after listening to her story, I feel that her story is more three-dimensional and vivid.
Because she did not chase her own light, but she herself was that light.
#Headline Creation Challenge##Autumn Life Check-in Season#
-End