The Great Fall of Singapore
I badly hurt my right leg 3 times in the past 3 months. I
still can’t decide which one was worse. To burn my leg on a motorcycle exhaust
pipe, to step on a rusty nail during holiday or fall in the middle of a busy
road in Singapore. I can imagine the faces of certain friends shaking their
heads disapprovingly.
In an uneventful Tuesday, I tripped over my flare pants
while I was crossing Siglap Road and fell flat on the asphalt road. Luckily the
card drivers saw me fell and stopped their vehicles. I could see car bumpers
coming to my face. My knees bled, bruised and swelled. I cut my right palm and
toes on the asphalt. So that day was eventful after all.
I’ve been limping my way around Singapore with my (still)
stinging wounds, since. I found this place not very injured-friendly. The train
doors close to quickly for physically-challenged people to board during peak
hours – the only time I need to use the train. The train is very crowded that
other passengers hit my wounds several times and because they couldn’t see my
wounded knees, no one bothers to offer me a seat. The red lights on the main roads don’t stay long
enough for me to cross without forcing the work of the injured legs. I had to
climb a set of stairs to take my Tiger flight while carrying my luggage. It was
the death of me. Luckily a gentleman offered to carry my bag.
I come to appreciate facilities available for the disabled
and respect the disabled for overcoming the hardship of living in the world
made not for them.
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