Once, I caught sight of how women deserve to be loved. I carried an old
lady’s shopping bags up a staircase in an underpass. She thanked me and
timidly asked me to help walk her to her house. She told me she was in a
rush because her husband waited to meet her whenever she went outside. As
we approached, I saw a nearly blind man walking with a cane outside of the
lady’s house. He came up to us and took his beloved’s heavy bags from me.
I immediately recalled how often I was too lazy to meet my girlfriend on the
way home from the supermarket or from the train station.
I lost my leg when I was 19. I was dating a girl at that time and we were very
much in love. After a while, she suddenly decided to move abroad, claiming
that she wanted to earn some money for us. I wanted to believe her, but was
convinced that she was lying. I told her we needed to break up and that it
would be better for her. One month later, my doorbell rang. I took my
crutches, opened the door and there she was. I didn’t even manage to get a
word out before she slapped me and I fell down. She kneeled down beside
me, hugged me and said, “You’re an idiot! I didn’t run away from you. We’re
going to the hospital tomorrow and there’s a prosthesis waiting for you. I
went abroad to earn money so you’ll be able to walk again — do you
understand?” I was so overwhelmed with emotion that I couldn’t utter a
single word — I just hugged her tightly and cried.