I was only a baby when I lost the ability to walk and move my arms.
My grandmother, Chori, tells me that when I was only 3 or 4 months old, doctors misdiagnosed me with meningitis.
“Oh, my child, when they put you on the medicine, your legs and arms became cold, and I thought it was normal. But when you came home, we realized that you would not be able to hold your little body and that nothing would ever be the same again,” she says.
Very painful therapies, specialists, analyses, tests and medical studies have accompanied me all my life in search of a diagnosis. The few resources my family could get were used to discover the cause of my condition and look for a solution.
Unfortunately, the cause has never been found. Still today, I cannot walk or move my arms properly.
A Place of Blessing in My Life
Grandma Chori says that all the doctors recommended that I enroll in school and try to live as normal a life as possible. Eventually, she registered me in Compassion’s Child Sponsorship Program. From there, everything changed.
Margarita, the center’s director, has never looked at me as a different child, although I am the only one with this condition. I once overheard her saying:
“I haven’t thought about the bad that could happen to her here [at the center] but about the love and affection we can give her. I firmly believe that this family is immersed in difficult situations, so they should be supported. We are called to give love and blessings, so let’s be that for Scarle and her family.”
I was about 5 or 6 years old when I came to the center. Since then, it’s always been a place of blessing in my life. When I think back now, I see my life in two parts: before and after I came to the center.