Two Different Lotteries

By: Sarah Wissmann

I want to walk across the room to get a glass of water, but I can’t. I’ll have to wait until someone comes home.

Why is nobody home? I’m hungry, but I’m too lazy to go get a snack. Maybe I’ll ask when my parents come home.

I want to play sports, but my legs are too weak. I always watch my sister playing sports from the sidelines.

Why don’t my parents let me quit soccer? I hate playing.

I want to run with my classmates at recess instead of staying inside.

Why is recess not over yet? It’s cold and it’s raining a little. I don’t like it.

I want to be able to walk to school by myself. It’s embarrassing; having your mother help you get into your wheelchair as you exit the car.

Why won’t my parents drive me to school more often? Then I could sleep in a little longer.

I want to run. I’d run very far and very fast. I would run until I collapsed and could no longer move.

Why does our gym teacher make us run so much? I’m tired. I want a break.

I wish I hadn’t lost the lottery of birth. Now I can’t walk. I’m stuck in a wheelchair.

Why can’t I just have a sick day with no sports, no school? I would just sit down all day and read.