A few days ago, Kurtis gave a speech in Qingdao. The opening was straightforward and powerful: "You can all see my disability, so what is your disability? Everyone in the world has his or her own disability. Disability, what is your disability?” This question points directly to the human soul and is enough to make all healthy people reflect on themselves...

Detailed introduction:

My parents gave me Real Life

The day I was born, doctors told my parents that I would die immediately. They told my parents that I would not survive the day, and they advised my parents to immediately prepare for my funeral; my parents actually bought me a coffin, a burial plot, and even prepared my clothes. After I survived one day, they said I couldn't survive another week; I survived another week, and they said I couldn't survive a month; I survived another month, and they said I couldn't survive another month. Maybe one year...but thirty years later, thirty-five years later I'm still alive and traveling around the world freely.

When I was six weeks old, the doctor gave my parents two options, either to end my life on the spot in the hospital, or to place me in a foster care center for the disabled. My parents didn't like these choices and they made a new decision and took me home and started raising me like any normal child, they gave me a lot of love, a lot of care, and a lot of rules. They gave me a lot of rules because I was very naughty as a child and even set the cat's tail on fire several times.

I officially started school when I was ten years old. I went to a hosting center before. At the care center, I was the only one who could return to a home full of love, care and warmth every day. Most children in care centers don't even know if they have a home. I met my good friend Kenny in the care center. Kenny has severe cerebral palsy. He can't walk, talk, or even go to the toilet. Kenny's only means of moving around is a special wheelchair that requires his chin to control direction. If he wants to turn left, he must first turn his chin to the left. If he wants to go to the right, he must turn his chin to the right. Every time he accidentally sneezed, his car would lose control and hit the wall. Kenny's way of communicating with people is also very unique. His only way to answer other people's questions is to blink, blinking once means "yes" and blinking three times means "no".

When I learned that I would go to a normal elementary school, I felt fear for the first time. I was really, really scared. The place where I was born is a small rural town. We don’t have big stores there. Before school started, all the family members, including my elder brother, younger brother and younger sister, got into the car driven by my parents and drove to a big store. The city went to buy me new school uniforms, new textbooks and a new big school bag. It was a very big schoolbag, because my father wanted me to learn to be independent from an early age. He said, "If you have this bag, you are truly independent."

School is about to start. I filled this big schoolbag with gifts, which I want to give to my good friend Kenny. Kenny taught me one thing when he was very young, that is, everyone has two eyes, two ears, and one when he is born. mouth, which means each of us should see more, listen more, and speak less. I don't know if I will have a chance to meet him again after leaving the care center. I prepared a big balloon for Kenny to tie to his wheelchair, a few sticks to help him control his wheelchair, and some sports magazines. Kenny loves to read, but he has to ask for help from people everywhere to complete even the simplest turning of a book.

When I took the gift out of the bag and gave it to Kenny, I suddenly had an idea. I emptied the contents of the bag, unbuckled Kenny's seat belt from the wheelchair, and then dragged Kenny out of his wheelchair. In all the years I've been with Kenny, this is the first time I've seen him out of his wheelchair! Kenny once said that his biggest dream is to take a walk in the rain and get soaked by the rain... So, after I took out all the things in the bag, I stuffed Kenny into the bag desperately, and I put him Completely, completely stuffed into the bag, I almost succeeded, leaving only one of his arms hanging out. Then I dragged this big schoolbag through the long and lifeless corridor of the care center. As I walked, I said: Kenny, come with me, I will take you out!

I dragged him through the concrete corridor with all my strength. Suddenly, a voice rang out (it was the voice of a very fat woman): John! Why are you carrying such a big bag? Is that you, Kenny? She bent down to grab the bag, but I didn't want to let go. During the argument, Kenny fell out of the bag. His arms, shoulders, and chin were all injured, and he couldn't move for two weeks, and he was injured for a whole day. Two weeks locked in his room.

Dad had a conversation with me about this. My father taught me a principle that has become my number one rule in life today, that is, if you want others to treat you, you must first learn how to treat others!

Don’t complain about your misfortune

I finally entered elementary school, which was a very different experience. In the first week, I was chased around by a bunch of kids on campus every day. Once, after they caught me, they tied my hands from behind, taped my mouth with tape, and threw me in the trash.

Then they set the trash can on fire and I was trapped inside. The smoke and heat were unbearable! I shouted: "Come on, help me! No matter who it is, if there is a God, he must come and save me! Why do I have to die like this?"

Suddenly, the lid was lifted Open it, and the smoke rushes out. A female teacher rescued me, but her clothes immediately caught fire. Within a few minutes, the entire trash can was completely burned. I was really lucky to survive that day. This was also the first time in my life that I realized that not every child’s parents are as responsible as mine. From then on, the school began to pay special attention to my safety because of this incident, and I successfully entered middle school.

There are 1,700 classmates in the middle school. For me, I can only see 3,400 legs walking around the campus with my pair of arms. I had to hide among so many legs, but there was a benefit, that is, when I looked up, I could see girls' skirts.

During a video class, my stomach suddenly hurt and I had to go to the toilet. In the dark, I groped my way outside the classroom. There were five or six thumbtacks stuck in the palms of my two hands. It turned out that those naughty children took advantage of the darkness and scattered thumbtacks all over the edge of my seat! I went to the school infirmary to pull out the thumbtack. When I got home, I locked myself in my bedroom and cried loudly. My brother came to see me. I told him that I was going to commit suicide, and he said to go get me a gun now. His words made me realize that I am a lucky person. Who am I to complain here? I just have a few thumbtacks in my hand, and my good friend Kenny can’t even get out of his wheelchair. I can't even say "hello".

After my brother left the room, my mother came. She held me so tightly that I could feel her heartbeat. She said, "John, you are the best thing in my life!" Then she kissed me and left the room. Later, I was awakened by my father's knocking on the door. He suddenly jumped on my bed, picked me up and then fell down. Then he clamped me tightly with his thick arms, almost clamping me in half. He looked at me and said: "Son, promise me one thing, never, ever, imitate those bad boys. You should be a role model and let them learn from you!"

Decisive and accurate decision

Finally, I mustered up the courage to go back to school the next day.

A few other things happened. For example, they locked me in a cabinet once and tied me to a rotating fan. But the biggest thing happened when I was fifteen years old. At that time, I was taking an exam in the school auditorium with more than 280 students. My two deformed and numb legs could only be thrown behind the seat. After the exam, I walked to the door like everyone else. Several girls said to me: "John, why are your legs in such a mess?" I raised my legs in front of me and couldn't believe my eyes - During the exam, a naughty child cut me all over with a pencil sharpener, and even inserted a pen, causing blood to flow everywhere. Picking up the toes that were cut off by them, I moved step by step to the infirmary, and later I was sent to a large hospital. When I got home that day, I found my parents and told them, "It seems we have to make a decision." So that day in 1987, I went to the hospital for amputation. To this day, I think it was the decision I made in my life. One of the best decisions.

The amputation surgery changed my balance. I had to learn to walk, take stairs, and even use the toilet again. But these are not problems for me, they are just challenges - I don't believe there are problems at all, I only believe there are challenges. The only way to make problems go away is to turn them into challenges and face them positively. No matter what kind of challenge is in front of me, I will use my own methods to actively rush towards it. I really can’t remember how many times I stood and how many times I fell. I only know that if I fall ten times, I must stand up at the eleventh time. If I fall down fifty times, I must stand up fifty-one times. Get up, if you fall down a hundred times, get up again a damn one hundred and one times!

Be a healthy person

In the hospital, I began to think about how to go about my life. I picked up paper and pen and wrote down my life goals one by one. One of them was to get a driver's license as soon as possible. I also wanted to drive like others. As early as when I was more than ten years old, I saw my elder brother and younger brother playing scooters. Suddenly, I heard a voice and he said to me: "John, get up and play with them." But I didn't react yet. , my body had already reached the door, but suddenly another voice said to me: "Don't be stupid, John, just sit here."

My My brother saw me coming over and said, "What are you doing here?" I said to him, "I want to play with you." He said, "Okay, just hold a stopwatch and be the referee for us." I said: "No! I want to play the same as you." He said: "Don't be stupid, you are going to get hurt, sit here and be the referee." I had no choice but to use the last resort, " I beg you, brother, I just want to play exactly like you." In the end, he really picked me up and threw me on the scooter. There were no beautiful helmets at that time. He picked up a big bucket of ice cream and buckled it. In my head, started teaching me how to ride a scooter.

Finally he dragged me to the top of the slope and asked me: "Can you really do this?" I said: "Bye, bye!" Next, I felt like I was rushing forward at a speed of 100,000 kilometers per hour. If I didn't stop, I could skate all the way to Beijing. But suddenly I thought of a question - how do I stop? I don't know that scooters don't have brakes! I had no choice but to save myself. As a result, my scooter hit a ditch and my body flew out. I fell across a rose garden and fell on my back. My shirt was torn and I was bleeding everywhere. His left eye could not be opened because there were several rose thorns inside, and there was a mouthful of dog feces in his mouth. My brother was running towards me very fast, shouting loudly as he ran: "Dad is going to beat me to death now!" My brother behind him was also running very fast, shouting as he ran: "Give him more Let’s play it once!”

It’s really wonderful to grow up with brothers. I told myself that if they could drive a car, so could I. That day I officially went to apply for a driver's license. The counter at the Local Traffic Registration Bureau was very high and they couldn't see me. I dragged a chair and climbed up, lying on the high counter with my arms. When the staff looked out from the counter, they could only see that I looked exactly like the person next to me. At most, I was just a little more handsome than him. Then, a beautiful lady came and she said to me: "Do you want to help?" Then I said: "I want to apply for my driver's license." She took out an application form and helped me fill out the application. She started asking me my name, my address, and then she asked, "What color is your hair?" "Brown." "What color are your eyes?" "Brown." Then she looked into my eyes and said, " Are your eyes nearsighted?" I said, "No, my eyesight is normal." She looked at me and said, "Then everything else about you is normal, right?" I said, "That's it." I don’t know how to explain it to you.” Then I jumped up and said, “Is this normal?” She almost had a heart attack that day.

When I drove on the road for the first time, I was really proud of myself. Because I have lived for so long, I have always been left behind by others. I am always twenty or thirty steps behind others. Even if we go to dinner together, I am always the last one to walk into the restaurant. When it rains, I'm the last to know, and of course, if someone farts, I'm the first to know.

Wealth is not a number

I am very happy to be here today. There are so many people here. If I can successfully inspire everyone here, this will be my success. one day. The people who inspire me are first and foremost my father and mother. Without them, I can’t imagine what I would be doing now. They truly gave me life. The two most important sources of motivation in my life are my wife and my son.

(Kutis’ wife and children came to the stage. The following is a father-son dialogue.)

Kutis: My child, would you like to share with everyone what you are facing? What are the challenges?

Clayton: I have autism, cerebrovascular blockage, and mild cerebral palsy, so I have difficulty moving the left half of my body.

Cutis: Child, you are just ten years old, right? We know that you have written down your life goals before. Would you like to share them with everyone?

Clayton: I hope to be healthier, richer, and have a better life.

Cutis: Why do you say you want to be richer? You are only ten years old. What do you mean by being richer?

Clayton: To me, being richer means being happier and more content with what I have now, rather than chasing after what I don’t have.

Cutis: Everyone, wealth is not measured by the amount of money in your pocket, nor is wealth measured by the numbers on your bank book. If you could see my heart, you'd know I'm a super billionaire.

Everyone, every day will be the best day of your life. No matter how unfortunate you think you are, there will always be someone more unfortunate than you in the world; no matter how great you think you are, the world There will always be someone stronger than you.

What I want to say to you is, if I can do it, or if we can all do it, why can't you? If I can do it, you can do it too! You can do it too! You can too! Remember not to tell yourself it’s impossible! Thanks!