“Jump here! Let’s take a run! Quick! We don’t have much time!” – Sueli said to me in the clinic where I was patient.
I realized that was the best moment to fulfill a childhood wish and that I should hope to never more have it fulfilled again. Taking a run through the clinic corridors in a wheelchair was censurable for me, but worse for her. One of the nurses was just dismissed of his job because he left a patient under a hot shower. The old man got serious burnings. After the run, Sueli told me not to tell to Dr. Paulo. “He’d kill me…”.
I don’t know how Sueli got connected to my secret desire to propose such adventure when I was knitting a coat and watching TV. I left all in the sopha and we had three minutes of laughter among other wheelchairs and beds, the other patients watching us almost in approval. Though the corridors and hospital rooms, we had an alternative angle of everyone’s harrowing from a special cabin, guessed by a nurse whose promptness was such that she put herself in front of the bus to stop it so I could get into the bus and go to class. I’ve been noticing along the times, mad people easily find out the heart of others… So Sueli must have just been in the wrong side of the ambulatory but that was pretty okay!
Saint Paul told “When I was a child, I spoke as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child: but when I became a man, I put away childish things”. Nevertheless what we did was a natural path to improve limitations of basic logics. When I was a child, my mom had no arguments to tell me that a wheelchair was not a good birthday wish: the heroine of the soap opera was beautiful and nice and loved and went everywhere in her magic chair. I couldn’t drive a car, but I’d keep my legs resting and my smile while going everywhere in that “auto”. In that clinic, many patients would never be able to go to the street or back home. Some had got Alzheimer, others had terminal cancer, others had strokes, others were addicted and some were suicidal. SuperSueli and I together could, for a moment, gather the most important elements of everyone’s dreams and pave our own way to share fun.
Linear is not the river’s path, but its essence to forge the way in which it will keep flowing. Rectilinear observation would watch our imprisonment in a hospital with our miseries as an ill-fate, but crossing the common plan of logic, we had a moment of glory and mercy. A glimpse from Heaven, in which all the toys were ready to be played!
(Photo from a nursery cell in Alcatraz, by Leonardo Martins)