War causes people to VISIT places where they had never thought THEY would stay,
this happened to me. I had to flee to Canada with my father, my mother
was killed in a terrible war. I was 18 years old, tall and had dark
skin. We lived in a house that I and my father MY FATHER AND I had to borrow from SOMEONE WE KNEW one
we were familiar with. For me, this was luxury. In South Africa where
I came from, we lived in a container and survived by begging for
money. Besides, I was quite thin, and IN SOME PARTS OF MY BODY some places in the body you
could see the skeleton so clearly that people in the street stopped
and TO look at me. No one knew who I was, but soon I would become world
famous.
I had to get myself a job to survive. Furthermore, I started working
at a car mechanic. I was not tinkering cars, but help HELPING to retrieve
equipment other employees needed. Salary Inga???? was not so good, but
enough to buy the food. Employees were impressed by how quickly I
picked things UP, I was fast. For me this was nothing compared to the
hard work I did in Africa, WHICH INCLUDED including walking several kilometers to
fetch water.
One of the employees had never seen such a fast person before, so he
signed me to an athletics team. Where I would run and show me up????. The
coaches were impressed with me and I would train with the team 5 times
a week because the coaches thought that I could be the WORLD’S worlds fastest MAN/BOY.
MY FATHER WAS AT HOME, HE WAS NOT WELL, At home were my father, he was not good, the cancer began to take over
his body. I told my father what had happened to me. The fastest PERSON in the
200 meters WOULD win $ 1 million, and with the money MY his father could be
healthy.
I had nothing to lose, bet on to win?????. From now on, I ran for my own
father. It was not easy, I had to work early and then PRACTICE go on training.
There were many other fast people in the competition. But this was the
only option I had if I WANTED TO would see my father LIVE alive.
Everyone in my family except my father had been gone, nobody knew
where they were just that my mother had been killed. Therefore it was
not easy. I could not sleep the last week, I had to sit BY at my father's
BEDSIDE bed all night, TO MAKE made sure he WAS OKAY had it good. It was the only bed we had
and it was used by my father, I had to lie on the floor.
My father had survived for 3 weeks since he was diagnosed with cancer
and the doctor had told him that if he did not receive surgery within
four days, the chances WERE are that he would die. I was told by the coach
that IN JUST it was only 3 days I would run in front of thousands of
spectators. I WOULD should not run for my life, that's what you do in a war,
but I would run for another life, for my father's life. In addition to
THIS I DID NOT GO TO it so I went not at work the past week, but trained. I had never seen
$ 1 million before, so just the thought of the money made me happy,
besides, I thought also ALSO THOUGHT I WOULD to use some of the money to help the poor in
my home country.
The day came and everything was perfect, I got up and kissed my dad on
the forehead and said: ''I'll win for you and for everyone in my home
country.'' father could not answer me. I walked out of the room, I was
going to the coach and then DRIVING drive to the place we were going to run.
As I walked outSIDE, two large and strong men took hold of me. I did not
know what they wanted, they JUST took me only into a car and drove me to a
basement. The two people who kidnapped me, tied another man in a chair
and did THE SAME TO ME they with me too. They beat and kicked both of us, we DID NOT KNOW knew not
what they wanted. They took with him other??? out in a different room,
but they came to me. They talked to me and said: ''You will not win
the RUNNING contest running! You should not be involved!''When I realized what
they wanted, they were afraid that I might win.
They went out of the room and came in with a baseball bat, they
started beating me on both legs. It was so painful that I CANNOT can not
describe it. I heard the sound of bones breaking. I passed out
completely, they had taken me to a place and threw me there. When I
got up, I had that's so??? bad that I just screamed, I screamed perhaps
for several minutes. Then a man came up with a car, he drove me to the
doctor. There I got help, but I could not TAKE PART be involved in the
competition. Both my legs had been broken and I had to sit in a
wheelchair forever. I was not allowed to go home, someone had to come
and help me. That's when I realized that my father would not survive
without HAVING SURGERY being operated. I could not win the money.
I was in the hospital for a day, and then a woman came in and told me
that my father had died. Then I was thinking of the two men who broke
my legs, they made me sit in a wheelchair forever and yet they did
so that I could not HELP helped my own father. I CRIED was crying for several
hours, I had lost everyone in my family. Now I was sitting again,
pretty lonely, the wheelchair was my only friend...