Last term I got injured in the leg in a soccer game. As a result, I went lame. For weeks, I had to move about with the aid of a pair of crutches. Wearing a cumbersome plaster cast on the leg, I found life all of a sudden had become different. The hardest time was when it snowed twice, one storm right after the other.

I used to love snow, but my difficulty in walking made me dread it. I felt helpless when I saw an all-white world outside through the classroom window. I even had an urge to quit school to end all the suffering. At the time, going alone on crutches would be a risky thing for me. A fall would have aggravated the injury. To ensure my safety, Father walked me to and from the classroom every day. Every morning when I woke up, I imagined that the leg had come back to normal. When I stirred, the pain reminded me, however, that the fracture was still there.

Occasionally I took a look out of the window, envying the schoolmates frolicking in the snow and some lovebirds walking hand in hand. Although there was no way for me to go and join in the fun, my whole class were behind me. Some classmates got me meals from the canteen. Some accompanied me on toilet trips. Some fetched me drinking water from the dispenser. The immense support helped to make me steel myself and brace the challenges.

Shengliver, in one class, you teased that I should share my girlfriend with those who helped me that much, but I haven’t got one so far. All in all, I will never forget the debt I owe to the generous guys.

This unforgettable experience has taught me the true meaning of life. Through the difficult period, I learned to live one day at a time. With the lesson learned, nothing in the world, I believe, will ever beat me.