Yesterday night i had a bbq at one of my friend's place. While eating halfway, we heard someone screaming and we turned to see this girl lying flat at the edge of the swimming pool wailing and scolding this little boy. Initially we thought she was crazy,then we saw the maid pushing a wheelchair towards her. That's when we realised she was actually paralysed. At that point of time i felt really awful for making assumptions before i even knew the situation and i bet all of us felt the same way. Today i thought about the girl again. More than just compassion, i'm thinking..maybe most of us are much more fortunate in that sense.We have limbs that can walk,hands that can draw and eyes that can express our feelings. But how many of us are paralysed emotionally? You're directionless, depressed half the time, walking around staring into blank spaces as if that will give you relief. In fact so many people are walking ard in clutches and travelling ard in wheelchairs and yet we do not know it. That's even worse than being paralysed physically. I know, 'cause i've been paralysed for the whole week. But as much as Jesus heals the physically disabled, he heals the emotionally paralysed. I know, 'cause He taught me how to walk again. Maybe i wobbled; maybe i tripped. But i stood up and walked. What about you? (: