MAKE A MEME View Large Image Later in the evening I just sat and tried to reflect between my home experience and the American experience in just those few days and I just became so emotional, I cried. I was thinking, 'I went on the road today, I crossed the street on ...
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Keywords: people "I remember the first week when I got this wheelchair, I took a stroll around the my campus. Later in the evening I just sat and tried to reflect between my home experience and the American experience in just those few days and I just became so emotional, I cried. I was thinking, 'I went on the road today, I crossed the street on my own, this is something I don't do at home. I can't even imagine doing that back home.' There was nothing special about this place. I just rolled through with the traffic lights, people like you and I, we were just people. Why can't we make that happen for my own people? So for me, it felt like a lot of emotions coming through, looking at everything I've been through, all the pain I've carried all my life, in that moment it washed away. This is what I've always wanted—just this small sense of freedom. It's just a mundane thing, crossing the street, but it is the small things build up to big things." "I remember the first week when I got this wheelchair, I took a stroll around the my campus. Later in the evening I just sat and tried to reflect between my home experience and the American experience in just those few days and I just became so emotional, I cried. I was thinking, 'I went on the road today, I crossed the street on my own, this is something I don't do at home. I can't even imagine doing that back home.' There was nothing special about this place. I just rolled through with the traffic lights, people like you and I, we were just people. Why can't we make that happen for my own people? So for me, it felt like a lot of emotions coming through, looking at everything I've been through, all the pain I've carried all my life, in that moment it washed away. This is what I've always wanted—just this small sense of freedom. It's just a mundane thing, crossing the street, but it is the small things build up to big things."
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