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My name is Patricio Nthupuela. When I was born, my country was at war. One day an armed group of people entered our village, bombed our houses and burned them. Both my parents were killed. Many other people were killed, too. A few years later, more violence rocked our village. Armed people kidnapped my sister and several of my cousins. Luckily, I was able to escape the attack. Many people left our village, crossed the borders and went into neighboring countries. They now live in refugee camps. 
I had always wanted to study. A few years ago, after realizing that I could not study in my village because of the war, I decided to move to a town 100 miles away. As I was traveling, a land-mine blew up our car. In the explosion I lost both my arms.It was very hard for me to be without both arms. But I wasn’t going to give up. I soon learned to write by holding a pencil in my mouth. In spite of my disability, I was admitted to school, and later, I passed the fourth and fifth grades. Now I am in the sixth grade. At school, my friends are very helpful, always ready to do whatever they can. I can put my clothes on, but I can’t fasten the buttons. I would like to have artificial arms. I have even traveled to the capital to find them. So far, I have not been lucky. Luck is not on your side when you are crippled and have nobody in the world. |
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cyberschoolbus@un.org
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