My Hero

I saw this lady once again, whom I believed having a prosthetic leg walking along Castle Hill Road near Pennant Hills & Cherrybrook. The startling fact is that I remember first seeing her during my early uni days, I'm talking about my bachelor days, so that like over 10 years. I could survey her so well because the road was always so congested in the rush hour when my parents drove me to the train station, and she unceasingly kept doing so everyday. Sometimes I even saw her on the way back home. She wore a bob, had a sunhat on, wore a singlet and three-quarter pants, a bit tanned because of the frequent sun exposure. Anyhow, her enthusiasm had never failed to amuse me and brighten up my day already, she power-walked in such speed even wobbling from side to side. I enjoyed so much watching her determination and prayed for her deep down. 

I had many questions back then. Was this kind of vigorous walking recommended by the doctor? Or was she in hope that she will be able to walk like normal again? Won't this wear her prosthetic leg out? Was she just doing it just so she can be able to walk? I didn't know, but if I was her, I might have given up on a wheelchair, the only motivation for me to display myself out there like that would be one day I can walk like normal again. Would I even try if I knew walking would just prevent myself getting worse? Maybe if I have grandkids I would love to maintain my motion ability play with them, maybe..maybe.

I am pretty sure I recognised her again in a glance behind the wheels this time, and she was not as fast-paced as I last reminisced, and she held a walking stick.

So this has probably answered my question, either she was advised to do so or hoped for the best outcome out of this intense exercise, the reality ended up in deterioration. Deep from my heart, she is my hero, I cannot thank her enough for just walking for years fearlessly, and even when things have gone horribly irreversibly wrong, she still holds on no matter what motivation, to this very day, to save every chance. I think she has inspired a lot of people around the area, I might have been very ignorant indeed.

Though a bit blue accepting the fact about life, that I cannot evolve to grow wings, I cannot get younger and not much far off healthier than I am now, and that diseases and gradual shut down of my organs will slowly creep upon me, it puts me into a better position to acknowledge my insignificance and limits, no way but to submit to my infinite Creator. My hero brought me once again to count my numbered days, and that what I make out of this short life will be measured in eternal values. (ecc 12)

Better to go up in flames than rust away – George Leslie Mackey

Just a google image from the web, NOT of the lady I saw.