‘A blessing for my heart’: Israeli girl speaks out after suffering severe heart attack
The story of a girl who lost both her legs and a leg in an accident at the age of six and now lives with the loss of both legs is an inspiring one.
A 6-year-old girl named Arie came to the attention of Israel’s Ministry of Education and Culture last year, when she was photographed in her hospital bed.
She was so young and had only one leg, and her parents were told that she would have to amputate it in order to undergo reconstructive surgery.
When she came to visit, Arie was very shy, and asked me if I wanted to come with her to a birthday party.
It was the first time I had ever been there, and I thought, I don’t want to go there, I won’t let you see my face.
I was afraid that I would not be able to walk.
As soon as she saw me, she started crying, and when she got closer, she asked, “Is it alright if I touch you?”
She hugged me and told me that she was very happy that I was there, because I could tell she was afraid.
She asked me, “Do you think you can walk again?”
I said, “I think I can, but I’m afraid.”
So, she said, I will have to give up.
The next day, she came with me to the hospital, and the hospital doctor told me about the surgery that was planned.
She said, The girl’s mother was afraid, and he wanted to take her out of the hospital.
I felt that my life would be different, but it was not.
I went with her.
She started walking and she started talking.
I think she saw my legs and knew that I am disabled, so she said to me, Don’t be afraid, you can have both of them.
And she gave me the leg that I lost.
After Arie recovered, she joined the school as a kindergarten student, and it was there that she met her future husband, Shaul, who is a doctor in the hospital and lives with her daughter.
He and I are very close friends, and we are now together for almost two years.
In addition to Arie, I met my partner, Yael, when we were at the hospital together, and she is now married to a physician, Yigal.
She is also a kindergarten teacher, and they have three children.
At the end of the day, it is the doctors who make the decisions about whether we can go to the school, whether we go home.
We all go together to the surgery.
I am not afraid of going to the clinic, but at the same time, I feel the need to make sure that we go to surgery together, because my legs are so bad.
It is not a big deal to me whether I go home or not.
But for our children, we feel that we have to go.
They see me walking and they ask me, What is wrong with me?
I don`t want to die, so I want to live.