Incomplete...

Incomplete. I felt incomplete for a moment as I stood there, staring at that kid who was trying to get the ball in the basket. He had nobody around him, only a teacher who was recording his time and appreciating his efforts. His right hand was completely twisted, he was taking those shots with his left hand. He was one of  those special kids of Hershey High School. His mind was a little unstable. I stood their, unable to move, emotions running hard in my body, a mixture of nervousness and excitement shot through my body and I lunged forward towards the basketball court. I could sense his loneliness. His sadness. Him, unable to jump around and celebrate,unable to  give high fives every time he scored. I stopped dead on my way. What was I doing. He was probably better than me. He was better than me in the game, he didn't need my pity, he was complete. The ball hit the rim and made its way to me. I stared at the ball and back towards that kid and met his eyes. My lips widened showing my teeth. I picked the ball up and passed him, he smiled back. After some time some kids from the gym class joined him and began playing with him. They shouted every time he scored, gave him high fives and hugged him. I was happy but was dumbstruck at the same time. I felt jealous. I was complete yet incomplete. I didn't get all the attention he was getting. I had no friends to this point in U.S.A. I wanted people to play with me, hang out with me like they were doing it with him. Tears came to my eyes. The tears were not triggered by the facts that I had not that many friends. They were triggered from the fact that in some part of my brain there was this thought, the thought shouting, saying that these people are just playing with him because they pity him. I was sad how people treated each other differently just because they were not "normal".  As a matter of fact it is us who are not normal. I was lost in my thoughts when my hand felt warm. My eyes followed through and I saw a hand in my hand. I looked up. He was smiling, holding my hand. "Jamie, play" these were his words. "Usman" I replied with a big smile on my face. We played. Played like crazy. Then I realized something. I realized that Usman you think way too much. We all are equal. We all are  friends. No one, in individual is complete, no one is perfect.We all share some kind of bonds with each other and these bonds makes us complete. It is our bonds that strengthens us, gives us power to fight. I  cannot make things perfect but We can make things perfect. I cannot change the world, as a matter of fact I can't even change myself but we can change the world, it is us who can influence each others life in so many ways. It was him who made me think about all these things. Things, which wouldn't have thought about, otherwise.