The Politics of Walking Pt4| An Unexpected Phonecall
Updated: Mar 11
See that face? It’s the face of a little girl I love with all my heart. See that scar? It’s not a facial disfigurement, its a badge of her triumph, courage, and beautiful soul.
My mobile phone rang this morning, and I saw from the display that it was Carys’s school. I answered with some trepidation; there must be something wrong.
“Don’t worry, nothing’s wrong,” said the voice of Carys’s teacher immediately. “I’m ringing with wonderful news! Carys walked about 50 steps today, all by herself, all the way down the classroom and along the hall…”
Well, I think you know me well enough by now to guess what happened next. Overwhelming emotion of any kind usually finds its release in tears, but this time they were tears of joy. They made the conversation a little one sided, I must admit, but Carys’s teacher didn’t mind; she was just as excited and emotional as me.
I phoned Conor. He was driving, but happily, he managed to avoid crashing the car. I felt like my heart was going to burst. From the sounds I was hearing, so did he.
In just under 6 months of corrective insoles in her shoes instead of AFO’s, a walkolong instead of a walking frame, and her new physio exercises for core strength and balance, she has gone from not walking, to walking 50 steps all by herself, of her own accord.
And if that’s not a miracle, I don’t know what is.