Dear Betty, your story is so beautiful.
It remained me the day, when the doctor told me, that I will never be healty again - and my legs will be worse and worse. I was 17-teen, the doctor was in other town, so I was there alone. I cried all the way back, I thought, that my life is ruined. When I went back to my home and told my parents about it, my father said somenthing like that :
"Shame on you, people are much worse diseases and do not break down. You can walk, you can work, you do not have terrible pain - you can live normally. Actually, you should be glad, because if you marry, your husband will surely be a valuable man." I was very angry at my father that he wasn't understand me, but now I know his words were very wise and fulfilled

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