My Left Foot
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"l was born in the Rotunda Hospital,
on June 5th, 1932."

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"There were 22 children in all,
of which 13 survived."

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"lt would not be true to say
that I am no longer lonely. "

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"l have made myself articulate
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and understood to people
in many parts of the world,

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and this is something we all wish to do
whether we're crippled or not. "

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"Yet, like everyone else,
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I am acutely conscious sometimes
of my own isolation,

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even in the midst of people,
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and I often give up hope of ever being
able to really communicate with them."

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Sheila, what's the matter with Christy?
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"..that every writer or artist must
experience in the creative mood

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if he is to create anything at all."
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"It's like a black cloud
sweeping down on me unexpectedly,

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cutting me off from others,
a sort of deaf-muteness. "

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"l lay back in my chair while my old
left foot beat time to a new rhythm."

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"Now I could relax
and enjoy myself completely."

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"l was at peace."
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"Happy."
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Come on, Ma, stand up.
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Mother.
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Mother, come here.
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Ah, Christy, no, don't.

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