It is times like these that I am very thankful for you.
When I met you, we started talking.
When some people meet me,
They shy away from me because of my wheelchair.
You did not.
You talked with me as if I was not in a wheelchair.
This is being accepted.
If I need help, I am not afraid or embarrassed to call upon you.
You will help me, no questions asked.
You will stand beside me without embarrassment.
This is being accepted.
Some people do not want to have anything to do with me because
I am "different."
Not you, you are right there ready to face my challenges with me.
This is being accepted.
Some people just do not understand that my wheelchair is only my method of transportation.
You look beyond my wheelchair to see who I am.
This is being accepted.
Some people do not know how to help me in different situations.
Rather than asking, they just walk away.
Thank you for always standing by my side in all situations.
This is being accepted.
For just one day.....
by: JumpinJ16
If I could be any one for just one day.
Would I be a skateboarder?
I would be able to fly on nothing except a skateboard.
I would be popular. Every one would talk to me, invite me to parties.
I would be so skinny that I would fit in a size 5.
Every one would want to look and act like me.
If I could be anyone for just one day.
Would I be the most popular girl at school?
I would have tons of friends.
I would be invited to every party.
I would not be shy.
I could run up to any one and talk.
If I could leave my walker and wheelchair at home for just one day.
I would be "normal".
No one would think I am retarded. Because I have to walk with a walker.
I would be able to keep up with every one when I walk.
I would feel like I am walking on air.
I would be myself. Because that would be another day that I could work toward my goal.
To make my Cerebral palsy not noticeable.
Am I different...
Am I different from the rest, because I have to walk around with a bunch of metal?
Am I different from the rest, because I ride around in a chair with big wheels?
Am I different from the rest, because I am a little slow?
Am I different from the rest, because I fall a lot?
Am I different from the rest, because I can't play a lot of sports?
Am I different from the rest, because I get a lot of operations?
No, I am not different from the rest.
I just have trouble walking.
What would it be like....
What would it be like to walk by myself?
It might feel like walking on air.
It might get painful and tiring.
What would it be like to skateboard?
It might feel like flying on nothing except a skateboard.
It would be painful if you fall when you are trying to show off.
What would it be like to cheer lead?
It might feel like you can do any thing. Run, jump, do flips, cartwheels
What would it be like to be your own self?
Today every one wants to be someone except their selves. Its all a vicious circle. I want to be like some one, they want to be like someone else, they want to be like me.
Being a teen with CP.....
Being a teen with CP means not getting invited to Friday’s big party.
Being a teen with CP means sticking out in crowds because you are the only one in a wheelchair.
Being a teen with CP means not having as many friends as every one else.
Being a teen with CP means still trying to join a clique your senior year.
Being a teen with CP means being very shy.
Being a teen with CP means going for days without talking to any one.
Being a teen with CP means not getting your drivers license.
Being a teen with CP means thinking you are crazy because no one around you understand what you are going through.
Being a teen with CP means getting talked to like a two year old by kids your age and younger.
Being a teen with CP means filling your book bag so full with magazines, tapes, and CDs. So that people will come up to you and ask you if they can read the magazines, and listen to the music.
Being a teen with CP means getting a lot of operations to be able to walk. Then having to recover and start learning how to walk all over again.
Being a teen with CP means that online is your best friend.
Being a teen with CP means you are very lonely.
Yes, I am Physically Challenged.
by CFParks
Oh, hi... Nice to meet you, too.
Why are you speaking so loudly?
It’s my eyes and legs that are affected,
Not my ears.
Do you have a speech impediment?
If it’s for my benefit, there’s really no need to talk that slow.
OW! Yes, I can feel that!!!
Why are you asking her? I’m right here.
How would she know how my day is going?
No, I am not having a seizure. I’m cold.
Uh...Yeah, I really could walk if I wanted to,
I’m just really lazy and enjoy having very little privacy.
Well, that’s kind of a hard question to answer.
It’s like asking me how it feels to have brown eyes.
Umm....Yes, I do have bodily functions.
Well, how do you go to the bathroom?
Well, gotta go. It’s been real.
I’m going to a movie.
Yes, it is really great I have friends.
Through My Eyes--By Kelly Czarnecki
Being disabled and a teenager can be quite the challenge.
I often wonder if it's really fair to me.
But able-bodied people just can't see.
Why I feel this way.
Either that, or they just aren't sure what to say.
I think they want to make it go away.
Sometimes, I get so mad.
But others, I think to myself "Is it really all that bad?"
Yes and No.
You have to work harder for things you want to do.
But you know your body better than anyone else, too.
Sometimes, I wish I were "normal".
"What is normal?" I am often asked.
I don't really know.
With this poem, my true feelings about my disability really show.
My self-esteem is really low.
I try not to show others if their comments have hurt.
But, then, at night, I just go home and cry, cry cry.
And I often ask why?
As a disabled teenager, all I want is to fit in.
It looks like people are having so much fun.
But now, my poem is just about done.
Oh how I wish I could just be one of them.
She Never Thought I Could ----
From the time I was a tiny tot, she never thought I could.
When I learned to walk on my own, she never thought I could.
When I entered a regular kindergarten, she never thought I could.
When we were learning to write our ABC's, she never thought I could.
When I learned to ride a 2-wheeled bike, she was amazed.
She never thought I could.
When I announced I had learned to tie my shoes, she didn't belive me till I showed her for myself.
She never thought I could.
When I learned to play the clarinet, she never thought I could.
When I entered high school, she thought I picked classes too hard for me.
Tell me, then, how is it I am getting such good grades?
She never thought I could.
My favorite thing to do is prove her wrong.
I can do it, mom, it might just take me a little more time!
When I lay in Bed asleep
I dream of the day I can leep
To run, to climb, to play
I dream of this every day.
I dream that I can do anything
Be a leader, chief, or king
Or to walk a golden prarie
For me that's not so ordinary.
I can work at any job I please
I can get in my car and drive with ease
In my dreams there is no pain
Or "Wait a minute's" that fall like rain.
For heavens sake
If I should wake
You can always be sure
I await a cure.
~Annonymous
At first i did not know what it was.. I thought i was normal like everyone else... (Then i found out that no one else was normal either.) When i was young, I wanted to blame someone. I thought that it was the doctor's fault or maybe a nurse that did this to me. But later i found out that no one did this to me. Not even me. I was two months premature. I have Cerebral Palsy. Even though it is a mild case, it is still Cerebral Palsy. I had to have an operation on my leg when i was about four years old. I was scared. This was my first operation. I have often wondered how it would be to walk straight or run faster like everyone else. I still do. But I have accepted what i have become, an abnormal human being. People always laugh and gawk at the way i walk. I felt embarrased. And i wondered why this had to happen to me. Me of all people. Well, it had to happen to someone. It might as well be me. I am due for another operation on my leg soon.
The purpose of what i have just wrote is to give someone who has Cerebral Palsy or who knows someone that has CP some answers or an insight of CP. CP is a disease. You are born with it. CP is Not hereditary. That means that your kids will not get it. And so far there is no cure of CP. But do not dispair. It is not the be all, end all, of diseases. Someday someone (maybe you) will come up with a cure or prevention of CP. There is still HOPE!!!
by: Billy Hoxie
I Am Just Me
By: Kelly Czarnecki
Going to school isn't always easy for me
I was born with something they called "Cerebral Palsy"
Sometimes called C.P.
I look a little different
I stand out from my peers
Their many unanswered questions
Often cause them false fears
That they can catch this terrible thing
If they even come near me
If they only let me explain
The truth about C.P.
They'd see it's not contagious
That you can't catch it from me
Some people pity me
But that's not at all what I want
I want people to see past this thing
And be my friend
Just treat me like everyone else, please...
If you'd befriend me
You'd truly see
That I'm a whole lot more
Than those two words they used so long ago
To describe what was wrong with me
If you see past my C.P.
You will see that I am just like any other teenager
I am just me
I Found the Way
Melody Jynnette Boast
There I was
In my home above
With my loving father
As pure as a dove
He was sending me off
Into the world to learn
He said, "You are my daughter,
May you know which way to turn"
I was born
On a sunny afternoon
I came into this world
A little too soon
In the fall
A September month
I came to a family
Ready to love
They told me as I grew
There were things I'd never do
I'd never walk or ride a bike
Or even tie my shoe
But as I got older
I proved them wrong
Because I grew
So spiritually strong
I learned of my father up above
And of his endless love
I learned he held me in his arms
And that he was so strong
He could move a mountain
And even calm the sea
He created this world I live in
And even you and me
In this life
We all have things to do
He is up there hoping
We will be true
I may not be able to ride a bike
Or maybe even run
But there is a special path
Every day I hike
With my father
Here to guide me
And hope that I return
He has promised I'm never alone
Through faith may I come to him someday?
And being his daughter, can I say
"My Father, I love you,
I found my way!"
Just me
By Danielle Barry
I want to go forward.
Please don't push me back.
I want to go on.
Move ahead I don't want to look back.
I lived in the past.
I was on the wrong track.
Now I want to move on.
I don't want to live in the past.
For once I want to be fast.
You are afraid what may happen to me.
Please don't be.
I want to be a part of what I see.
Please don't talk about by C.P.
I have ways I will get around it's ok if I fall down.
I want to be the fighter used to be.
But it seems you aren't helping me.
So for once let me move a head.
Most importantly just be me.
I am proud of all I did
even though it wasn't in stride
I'm not ashamed of it at all
I have nothing to hide.
I'm not ashamed to admit
That with all that I have accomplished
I still cry for all the things I've wished
but understand, not all the time
Mostly, I'm proud to say this body is mine.
I wonder why I feel this way
and I know that I've been fortunate
but, when I'm having a bad day,
and I just feel sad...
sometimes I tend to forget!
There is one thing for sure I know
Though painful my tears have watered me
And now ever stronger I grow
Written by: Melissa
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