There was once this guy who had no self-worth as a kid. He grew up believing he couldn’t do things. Somehow, he made it through school and got into college. It didn’t help him.
One day he got hit by a car. Broke his leg as well as one or two other little things. He got laid up in bed a while, so he felt even more sorry for himself until had to go back to his studies, at which point he reached a personal record in self-pity.
Because his leg wasn’t healed yet, he hobbled through his days on crutches. Though never a popular guy, people started offering their help when they saw how difficult it was for him to move around and do stuff. All of the feelings he wished others had shown towards him before the accident were now forthcoming. He liked it. He liked it a lot. They made him feel like he had been right to feel sorry for himself for all those years.
Six weeks passed. Then eight. Then twelve. People started to mumble. After the sixteenth week, a girl from his Literature course asked him when he would no longer need the crutches.
The damage, he lied, was permanent. He’d need the crutches and painkillers the rest of his life. Shame, she said. Was there anything she could do for him?
Years later, someone stole his crutches. He had his suspicions about who it was. Some backpacker loser who drifted through the YMCA looking for props to get handouts with.
He could’ve searched the bus stops nearby for the thief, but wouldn’t walk there without his crutches. He stayed in bed and sobbed for a week until a kid looking to launch an acting career bought him an old pair from a pawn shop down the road.
Y-y-you- you’re useless, the kid said handing them over.
What kind of actor are you? You can’t even speak, he told the kid. What kind of role do you think you’ll get?
A-a-as the stuttering idiot, the young actor told him. Or the-the gimp.
Several years after, that kid went on to win an Academy for a movie about a king with a speech impediment.
And the guy with the crutches? Karma.
He got hit by a car. Again.
Bust the same leg up real bad and asked to have it amputated when given the choice. Finally he didn’t have to lie to himself or the world anymore. He really needed those crutches.