2/3 “I have always been really insecure about dating. I have always wanted to find my other half but I felt that with one arm, I can not offer a woman what she deserves. I can’t even give her a full hug because I only have one arm to hold her. One day I was walking down the street and I saw a girl with long wavy hair and a beautiful nose. She agreed to go out with me. After a while she introduced me to her parents. They did not accept me. They asked her how she could even consider a boy with one arm that was selling newspapers. Instead of listening to her parents she defended me. She said that all she cared about was that I am a good person. The way she defended me, right there in front of her own parents made me realize that she was the one that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with.”
(Beirut, Lebanon)

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