Essay On Brave New World

Casting my eyes down, I could only see a broken cloth covering my leg, strapping me on the wheelchair. I was afraid to unveil the secret. What should I do or contribute for my nation? In the period of 25 years, how far the world could travel? Achieving Utopia? Or let me shined the world ! At that moment, I decided to become an international runner. I wanted to influenced the handicapped people like me , giving them hope, proved that imperfect could turn into perfect in their life.I set my target, I just have 25 years to realise this mission impossible for my beloved world , for the nations and for the people worldwide.

Long before the rooster’s first crow on a deserted boulevard, a lonesome runner crested a slanting hill, there I was . As the slight , white-clad figure drew nearer, it became obvious that this was no ordinary runner. My gait was jerky , anguishing. As I came down hard on my normal left leg and stepped a second time to give my prosthetic right leg time to swing

, wearing my ragged pyjamas and the worn out sports shoes to begin my toilsome running training and the endless pavement . “In for a penny , in for a pound ,” this was my cliché, I was utterly veracious without a doubt for me.

“ I will never give up ! Never!” I exclaimed. I still have 21 years left to make a change in this world.

The brilliant sunshine embellished the following morning. Gazing at the window, the sun was blazing like Titan’s fiery wheel in the lapis lazuli sky. It was a-dazzle with splendour. Despite the sweltering hot weather, I continued my training, my body was drenched in copious sweat. My atypical gait had drawn the children’s attention. The frolicsome children chased me on the pavement and mocked me as I ran by. Some had taken to calling me boogeyman. “Hey boogeyman, who did you eat today?” a Mephistophelian sneer ensued, never concerned about my