in the playground, the student gave Ma Xuran (middle) a badminton position, so Ma Xuran was very jealous, he decided to try his own.
20 years ago, although every step of life has been helped by the people around us, the child with cerebral palsy sequelae and their hands are hard to live like ordinary people. With less than three months left to prepare for the exam, Ma Xuran is struggling with his hands to complete his dream of college entrance examination. It is easier for many people to do it than it is to say, but for Ma Xuran, a college entrance examination, this is not the case. Every Friday's second PE class, with the help of two students, he can walk to the playground and participate in outdoor activities with the rest of the students.
life is difficult to completely self-care, but crutch alone taxi. Ma Xuran, 20 years old, is a third year student in seven middle school in Ji'nan. At birth, he had cerebral palsy due to hypoxia. Despite two major operations, the ability to coordinate his movements was still very weak. Every day he needs to send his parents to school. He needs help from his classmates. He can't take care of himself until he reaches school at the age of 8.
but even so, Ma Xuran's parents still choose to give him regular school and social education, and even ask him to face the society alone. On a Sunday in April 2012, after consulting his parents with his tutors, he decided to let Ma try his own taxi from a home near Quancheng Square to a mountain teacher. "In fact, tutors have contacted the teachers there. What I have to do is to try to get past my home, but this is also a test for me." Because there were more people and more cars in Quancheng Square, the taxi ride was not smooth. Ma Xuran's hand, crutches on wheels, shook in the air for more than ten minutes before waiting for a car. The eager driver helped him to put the crutches into the car, helped him on the train, and got him off safely after reaching his destination. Then Ma Xuran walked into the mountain teacher on crutches and successfully completed the challenge.
parents write a word, and he mimics writing. The cruelest challenge is to write like a normal person. Because of his illness, Ma Xuran has been unable to control his hand very well. "Let alone Chinese characters, I can't write even numbers." Later, it was a year after years of practice to be a little more proficient, usually the parents wrote a word on the paper, and then he wrote many lines in the back, "they would look beside them, and write with my hand when they were hard to write." Ma Xuran recalls that in order to let him pass the academic test, the Chinese teacher began to record his writing speed, then calculated the time for each topic to be answered, and even the number of written words to be controlled by each topic. "Even the answers to the paragraphs were thought out." In the end, Kung Fu did not bear the mind, and Ma Xu, who had only more than 400 words in one hour at the fastest and never finished the composition of the weekday exam, passed the academic test.
on such a step by step test and effort, Ma Xuran read from the provincial experimental primary school to Ji'nan seven. Ma Xuran's mother said she never thought her children were worse than others. When Ma Xuran was frustrated with a bad exam, his family would encourage him to say, "since everyone else can learn it, you certainly have no problem." To take care of "Ma brother", the students are obliged to be around Ma Xuran. The students are used to call him "Ma brother". In the campus of seven, it is their duty to guarantee the life and study of "Ma brother" in the school. For more than two years, whether it was the outdoor activities such as the playground or the reading room of the information building, whether it was a small elevator or a queue of restroom, as long as Ma Xuran appeared, he would see his hands, his arm, and the classmates with him. Even in order to ensure that Ma Xuran could have lunch on time, the class officials even arranged the duty watch.
less than three months from the college entrance examination, the pressure in Ma Xuran's heart is also increasing. He "dare not have a special high expectation" for the big exam in life, because he is still too slow to write, and every exam almost every paper has an endless question. Many times, Ma Xuran looks at those of himself clearly. But the question that can't be answered can only be in a hurry. "Every time I write more, it takes twice as much time as everyone else." However, Ma Xuran tried to "take a glance at it and write it quickly".
"I hope to have a medical related profession, because I am sick myself, and I want to solve it." Ma Xuran quietly said that it would be better to be admitted to a regular medical college, "like Shandong University of Traditional Chinese Medicine, and I'm working on this goal."