HOLES

There were clothes lying in front of Hema and she didn't know what to do with them. Hema had Cerebral Palsy, and this was the first time, that she was wearing her clothes herself.
Hema just got out of the bathroom, drenched in water and she doesn't know how to put on the clothes herself.
There was nobody in the house, that she could call out for help. She was just alone in her room.
She tried to pick up the shirt, with the bottom corner. It was not easy for her, as her hands would shake everytime. As she opened the shirt and put her head in, she saw holes. Three Holes in the shirt, one big and two small. Holes, that would lead her life to independence. Holes, that big enough to put her head and hands in it.  As any child with Cerebral Palsy, her movements of her hands were restricted. She couldn't force her hands to put her shirt down, into her head. She tried and tried until she succeeded. Now, it was the chance of Hema's hands, each one in each hole. Then, the one last movement to control her shaking hands to put down the shirt... And she had accomplished something Big, Behind the closed doors....

End note- There are many goals, or Holes in our lives, in which we are afraid to put our hands in. It may be our career, the subject of our choice   or maybe our dream job. These are the holes that make us scared of our future. If we try to fill these Holes with our capability, there's nothing that can not be achieved....😊

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  1. APARNA CHAVAN24 June 2018 at 07:45

    Very nice message try try till you succeed 😊

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  2. Unknown24 June 2018 at 08:23

    Your life is a source of great great motivation....I m glad and thankful to god that he gave me opportunity to meat u....

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  3. Unknown24 June 2018 at 11:41

    Determination has no disability

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