1 Do I start or maybe I continue?

Since I can remember I was not blind all my life, there was a time when I could still see, I was 8 years old, but I had an accident that left me permanently blind even with all the technology that exists, the arteries of the eyes could not be fixed burned. You may be wondering what happened to me? And to answer that question I have to go back 20 years where it all happened.

When I was a child we used to go to the water park in the eastern citadel where there was a small water town and where you could see different sea creatures, it was a great show we went there every 3 weeks when my parents were resting from work, I remember at that time when entering There were special suits that they gave you when you entered and a kind of device that they placed on your nose to breathe in the water. I remember that when I put on the suit it was very uncomfortable for me, it was very tight and light it was a bit strange for me, the suit was black with gray lines on the arms, chest and abdomen and on the shoulders it was made of a different material than the rest of the suit was thicker. In that place there were areas where there was water so that is why the suits, once you are in a place with water it feels strange and fascinating at the same time. I felt like a super hero and pretended that I had powers and that I could call the fish. I also remember that before we left the park there was a man who was insulting a robot to the point of assaulting and pushing him and the robot did nothing to him.

The robot was tall and had a humanoid face and body, but it was gray and only its eyes and circuits were purple, its circuits could be seen because its body was made of a semi-transparent material. My father told me that he won't pay much attention to that so we went to the car an old model of a powered car. I remember that moment as if it were yesterday, and more because I constantly dream of it today. I remember that I was in the back and my parents were in the front of the car, everything was going well until a car with citric acid for robot went through and my father had to flip the car and the back of our car where I was crashing and the acid spilled on me. I still remember the burning I felt and the agony I felt all over my skin and especially my eyes, it was so much pain that I fainted and when I did not know where I was, I only heard the beep of a machine and that I was in a bed a little uncomfortable, I still felt the burning in my eyes and the pain in my body felt that everything rose to the petal of a flower made my skin burn, I could not see because of bandages that were wrapped all over my head, I also had bandages all over my body. I still remember that I was scared and in pain at that time and totally alone, my only company was the sound of the machine and the noise of the hospital. I also remember the feeling when I heard my mother's voice crying when I heard the news that I could never see again in my life. I felt devastated and empty and more when my mother lamented my situation and my father only felt his helplessness for not doing anything, for not helping, for not being the one who received that liquid, but I never blamed him for it. Since it was not his fault that this happened to me, but he did blame himself and it took many years for me to convince him that he was not the culprit.

I had to spend several months in the hospital, I received many operations and skin transplants to be almost 100% good, with the exception of my eyes. When I returned home I was no longer the same, since for an 8-year-old boy who still has a lot to live for, he would have to go through this. I became quiet, distant, awkward, and unsure. It was difficult to adapt and I stumbled a lot and fell constantly and that made my self-esteem drop more. I know that my parents looked at me with concern, I could feel it, I remember that there was a time when I was locked in my room for a long time, I just wanted to be alone without anyone bothering me and no one seeing me with pity, and finally I was able to get out of There when one day my father knocked on my door to talk to me, at first I didn't want to talk to anyone, but my father still insisted, but I respect that I didn't speak so he just asked me to listen to him. The words that he gave me I will never forget, are recorded in my mind and in my being he told me with his warm and raspy voice.

_Son I know that this is hard and that it is difficult to accept everything that is happening to you, I know that you are thinking about how did a child like me happen to him? or why me because me? But you never know why things happen, I don't really know how you feel because everyone suffers or feels in their own way, but I can understand. I know that it is difficult to continue and move on and more in your situation, but you can assimilate and think about this, son this is not the end, it is a beginning and a beginning. Maybe you lost your eyes, but you still have your other senses and the most important thing you have us, I promise you that whatever happens there we will be there to support you and give you our confidence. I know that the looks of others bother you and they will continue to do it for the rest of your life, but you do not care to the contrary you can take it as motivation to show them how wrong their thoughts are, when they see you like this they will think you are fragile but You show them they are wrong You can do whatever you want and this is an obstacle and even so the obstacles that you run into I know that you will overcome them because you are a champion.

_But champions always win, never lose and are superior to me- I said from a distance from my room even when I was lying on my bed.

_no, you are wrong, a champion can lose even doubt, but they never give up because a true champion continues to fight even if the goal is difficult or even impossible, but they never throw in the towel because they have that determination and I know that you are a champion and that You can overcome this and much more, life is about stumbling until you fall, but you should never give up and never fall into despair and if you do you must learn to get out of there, it may be difficult but not impossible. You may not be able to see what is around you, but if you can feel it, hear it, smell it, taste it, that is the meaning of being alive, you still have a long way to go and many experiences to learn, but you can do all this. , so son, come and give your father a hug- said the latter with a tearful voice.

I opened the door and left my room and hugged my father with watery eyes and a runny nose, from that moment I learned to live with my disability. It was hard? Sure it was, but I didn't give up. Thanks to the words that my father gave me, I kept fighting and with my head held high, for a while I was ashamed that they saw me like this, but I got used to it and adapted. Of course, they made fun of me and that upset me, but on my way I also met friends and people who value and accept me as I am. Today at 28 I am a recognized painter and artist, I know you are wondering how can I be a painter if I cannot see? Over time I learned many tricks and skills, since I was little I always liked to paint and being blind I paint what I imagine and what my feelings tell me. Painting is not only seeing, but also feeling and expressing yourself. What a blind person cannot see, people can see, but what a blind person sees, people cannot see, that is my concept of life for me at this time it was a beginning or maybe a continuation or that was what I believed, until one day I met her and that changed my world and the world itself changed, perhaps for better or for worse, but it changed and that change was the best thing that ever happened to me.