#CelebrateingtheRainbow at the workplace – share your stories of Pride!
Today morning I was reading a very interesting poem by Jac Vanek on the Women’s Web Facebook page which talked about how we are an amalgamation of the people we meet.
This made me think about Brenda whom I had met years ago in one of my special education classes. It also made me think about the hundreds of women who refuse to wear a helmet while riding a bike or scooter. They don’t care about their safety or the safety of their kids. They are more concerned about how stylish they look, or they think it is not a big deal.
Brenda was a tennis player and co-founder of Prince George Tennis Academy in USA. She was an avid photographer and was always energetic and dynamic. She was an ardent fan of sports. But suddenly her life toppled over. She met with an accident and shockingly she was told that she would never be able to walk again. Everyone around her consoled her by saying that she could do work that required only sitting at the desk.
Brenda did not want to lose hope so easily. She knew she had an uphill task ahead of her. She was just 27. She started asking around and realized that she could play tennis while sitting on the wheelchair. Her determination and motivation led her to train herself every day. There were days when she was frustrated and would cry her heart out. But then she saw that some other people, especially kids, in wheelchairs were being inspired by her. They too wanted to learn tennis. After years of struggle and hard work, today Brenda had acclaimed the prestigious title of National Champion of Wheel Chair Tennis in USA. She now teaches other people how to play tennis.
She says that if it is arduous to push the wheelchair while holding the tennis racket; but with time and patience she has mastered the art. She laughs and says that some people cannot even kneel down on their knees and talk to her at eye level. Brenda feels energetic again and scorns the people who kept discouraging her.
I feel greatly inspired by her. I think about the woman who is chatting on the bike and how that woman does not realize how one accident can alter a person’s life forever. I think about how Brenda rose up to a new challenge and never let depression take over her life. Today I look at houses and when I don’t see a pathway for those in wheelchairs, I experience a pain.
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