Posted October 29, 2018 17:04:24 The day my friend came back from Africa and she was in London, she had been in a wheelchair for six months.
She had lost her eyesight, her left side of her body was broken, her back was broken and she had had three major surgeries.
She’d also lost the use of her left arm, legs and feet, and had been fitted with prosthetic limbs.
It was a tough day.
“I’d had enough,” she says.
“It was a lot to take in.
It’s so much pressure on a person, when you’re just living like a dog.”
The day I met her, she was sitting at her computer in her flat, watching an online game called Minecraft.
It looked like it would take forever to complete.
It wasn’t long before I had to give up and go and buy a new game.
She didn’t have the time to play, so I took her to the shop and bought her a new controller.
I had been on a game jam for a week and I was getting ready to do another.
I thought about my own disability and how difficult it was to do something as basic as a game.
I didn’t want to leave her to feel lonely, but I couldn’t leave her there either.
I told her that I was going to take her to London, where she would have her own game.
It took a while to get her to open her eyes.
I was sitting in the car, waiting for her to come over.
She did and was so excited to see me.
I knew that it was the right time to go.
When I finally saw her, I was speechless.
She was the happiest person I had ever met.
She hugged me, kissed me and said, “I love you.” I couldn