As a young girl with a disability, I know firsthand that growing up can be very challenging. 1, I found my shelter in volunteering—a safe place to discover my wings.
In my early days of volunteering, my path crossed with a little girl Sara. She was full of life and had a great 2 for nature and animals. Unfortunately, 3 struck her. While horseback riding, she was thrown off the horse. Her injuries were so 4 that she was in a coma (昏迷) —a state that she is 5 of their surroundings but cannot reach out to it.
I volunteered to help Sara to use her _6 as a means of reaching her. I would talk about fragrance she smelled and the objects we put in her hands. Although her eyes remained closed all the time, Sara gradually learned to 7 "yes" or "no" through the movement of her eyelids. These small steps were greatly 8.
One day, I 9 a rabbit on her lap, talking about the softness of his fur. Suddenly, Sara began to feel his fur. How excited everyone was. Many times we would 10 whether she was really hearing us. It was like seeing your loved ones 11 behind a wall of dark glass. You know they are in there, but you aren't 12 if they realize you are near them.
As summer drew to an end, I had to 13 Sara. I could see tears running down her face. Suddenly, it hit me: We can deeply touch each other's lives without even sharing a 14. The sound of a voice, the gentle touch of a hand carries a loving message that can help 15 the wounds of life.
