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September 22, 2006 |
- Containers en route to India, Belize, Moldova, Pakistan, Chile and Albania
- Freewheeling: On Sunday we’ll be at the Orange County Race for the Cure 5k in Newport Beach!
- Stay Tuned for additional Free Wheelchair Mission Fall activities….
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This story comes from our friend Scaria in Kerala, India.
| I noticed this man crawling through the dirty road filled with water and mud from a recent heavy rain. His name is Johnson and he is 56 years old. He was leading a normal life as technician in the welding workshop. He had a massive electric shock and in the accident his body was parlayed below his waist. The family had to spend lots of money for his treatment which really made them very poor. In order to support the family of three now, the only option open to Johnson is begging. ‘After the accident, I lost all hope in life. Begging was the only option before me,’ said Johnson.
Johnson came all the way from Cochin, 80 kilometers from where I spotted him. He takes to train from village to village to beg to support his family. I immediately arranged to bring him a wheelchair. This is what he told me:
‘In heavy rain and scorching sun, my wheelchair will be my best friend. In life I had learned that greatest gift is the gift of mobility. I lost that gift six years ago. Now again, I can go around in this wheelchair. I do not know how to thank the people in America (FWM) who gave me this wheelchair. Convey my “BIG THANK YOU” to them. For me, life will not be same again. Now I have new hope in life. May God bless them all.
After the accident, I lost all belief in God. But my wife still prays to God. Jesus Christ might have heard her prayer. I feel it is time for me to turn to Jesus Christ again.’
Johnson Finds a Friend
Johnson became very talkative and I see a great poet in him. While taking the wheelchair in an auto to the nearest railway station, he went around thanking all the people who gathered to witness this happy moment. With glittering eyes, Johnson thanked The Free Wheelchair Mission with this poem:”
In Sun and rain, at night and day,
She will be my best friend.
In heavy rain and scorching sun,
My wheelchair will be my best friend
When I climb hills and go down the hilly roads
I will remember those friends who live across seven seas
When I go through the fields and nice roads in my village
I will remember those friends in America, who gave me my best friend |
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