Depression and Footy and Materialism
Many years ago I nursed at Yooralla in Balywn looking after handicapped children. It was the most favourite job that I ever had. I remember a particular child who had to be sedated after his team lost. Footy was his whole life. He was badly deformed and would go infront of the mirror, sitting in his motorised wheelchair and spit at himself.
Donkey's years later I saw him in Bourke Street Mall and went up to him and spoke to him. I was always called Macca by the kids and he said that he remembered me- but I think that he was just being polite!
Those kids had a way of worming their way into your heart and taught us to look at life differently. They didn't want material things like we do. One boy said all he wanted was just to be able to stand for 10 minutes and kick a football and that if he could have that, then he would never ask for anything more.
Kind of makes you think doesn't it?.....
# posted by shellymac @ 8:23 pm
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