After reading through quite a lot of the people’s obituary in The Economist Magazine, I came to the decision to write about Christopher Nolan. It’s not that other people are not as impressed, it’s just because Christopher himself and the way he struggled through his crippled life caught my admiration.
The deprivation of oxygen for two hours when he was born didn’t kill him, but the remnants of it caused the suffering all along his life. He looked just like a normal, healthy person, but unfortunately his whole body was palsied. He could communicate only by gentle moves of his head, his eyes, or his feet.
Despite the disability, he proved to the world that he was not a useless person. He showed his intelligence through his songs, stories, and poems. When he was 11, he first learnt how to express all his ideas through words with a rubber-tipped stick strapped to his forehead and a typewriter. That was a really hard work for such a weak body, but he managed to write many poems, a novel, and even an autobiography. His autobiography won him the prize of Whitbread Book of the Year in 1988.
Christopher Nolan was just one among thousands of unlucky people who are suffering from disability. However, he made himself special by living with positive views towards life.
Christopher once again remind me of how lucky I am now, having a happy and healthy life, going to college with family and friends around. He’s a model for people struggling through life positively. When his body couldn’t do things, he used words to do instead, as the saying goes: where there’s a will, there’s a way…
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