A few years ago, I lost my left leg in an accident. Life since then has been full of challenges, but I’ve learned to adapt.
One day, I was riding the train and chose a seat reserved for disabled people. It was one of the few moments in my daily routine where I could feel a little more at ease.
After a few stops, a woman approached me.
She looked frustrated and told me I needed to move because she needed the seat.
I glanced at her, startled.
Trying to remain calm, I apologized and explained that I also needed the seat. I even pointed out my prosthetic leg, hoping she’d understand.
But instead, her expression hardened.
She raised her voice, demanding that I vacate the seat.
Embarrassed and flustered, I apologized again, my voice cracking, and explained that I truly couldn’t stand for long periods. She scoffed, muttered something under her breath, and walked away angrily.
I sat there, my heart racing, trying to process what had just happened.
But what happened next was unexpected.
A young man who had been sitting nearby got up and approached me.
He gave me a reassuring smile, sat down next to me, and said, “Some people just don’t understand, but I hope you know you have every right to be here.”
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