Angela is ready to biography

Well, what to be afraid after such an accident in which I have already visited? Calmly went to the village, thought, well, I will break, die, I have nothing to lose. And when the daughter was born, everything became completely different. I realized that I should live for a long time. At least until I marry her. Of course, everyone dissuaded me - where you are a child, you are in a stroller!

The doctor was elderly in the consultation, she tells me that she sees this for the first time; I told her that I take everything on myself, I want to give my child life! And I easily carried my daughter - every day I went to the sea, I ate fruits and vitamins.

When she gave birth to her beauty, it seemed to me that other mothers in the ward were jinxed to me. And all the time she prayed to herself. You know that my daughter was one of the happy. Not the most, no, but one of the happy. Allah asked about this that one of the happy. Before the child and after - you change yourself, so much strength appears. And the views - goals - everything changes!

You become powerful and you can achieve everything! Here Alzhan calls himself Angela. So the English ear is more familiar. For the past five years, let Angela will be like that! We speak with her in the video, and I see how she easily moves around the kitchen in her Birmingham house - from the refrigerator, to the plate and shell. In the stroller. She tells about herself and smiles.

About how she repeatedly decided that her life did not suit her - and changed her. And she did not allow herself to be knocked out of the road - neither her mistakes, nor other people. The strong woman Angela Badrudinova is an athlete-register, a native of the Dagestan village of Agvali and the mother of the summer daughter-about the main thing in her life.

At some point, I can’t stand it and tell her: “Angela, you are an adventurer! Abroad, in a stroller, with a little daughter, not knowing the language, without means! She laughs - well, yes: “But I always thought that if I didn’t try to give my daughter a better life, I would stay in Makhachkala and regret it until the end of the days! That I am the same as everyone, despite the chair.

Of course, people here and the door will hold for you, and help if I ask. But the attitude as an equal, not as a disabled person. I feel like a almost healthy person here, because such an attitude of people. In Dagestan, I rarely felt this - there I either loudly, not embarrassed, spared, or gloated softly. True, true. If you are in a stroller, you immediately fall below, no matter how high you are before that.

When everything happened, I was preparing for the wedding. She loved her very groom, and everyone was waiting for him, she refused other proposals. After the accident happened, I heard people discussed that, they say, there was such proud, and now - where is her pride? Or gloated or spared. Has a student of the Faculty of History of the Pedagogical Institute lived, was she preparing for the wedding?

Everything happened in November, and in January there was to be a wedding. A whole young life is ahead, plans. But in the hospital I immediately asked the groom would not come. I didn’t want him to see me like that. You do not immediately understand that this is now forever. From the hospital went straight home to the village, and there my grandmother massaged my legs every day.

Someone told her that the sensitivity will return. And so she massages me every morning, and I do not feel anything. And I deceive her, I say that I feel some kind of movement. So that she just had hope even after I myself understood everything about my condition. And what should I do? How to live? I remember how I said to yourself: you cherished yourself like that for life that will just end on the bed.

And also - the head works. She is healthy, and the body does not even allow me to sit. And I began to learn to sit down. They brought the stroller, I learned to sit in it. But on the street she did not appear in her - she knew how they would look at me. And I didn't want this pity at all. I had a chair, but I tried to walk on crutches. I tied the langets to her poor legs that did not bend, and went out into the street.

She began to learn to live - work around the house, cook. I did not want to return to the institute, and I just couldn’t sit idle. I suggested to my mother - let's get the cakes bake, and you put them in a local store, you can make money. Mom at first was against it - only you will spend the products, said. I convinced her - this is a cake! If it doesn’t work out, we will eat it ourselves!

And I baked biscuits. And the first batch can be said "flew away." And with this money I bought more products and began to bake further. And the turnover was not bad. At times, I even forgot that I was sitting in a stroller. And my plans were large - I wanted to build a small confectionery. But you know how we think? Well, you sell and sell, then why do you need it?

No need to grow. Well, gradually other cooks pulled up. Everyone became a stove for sale. But the first in the Agali was me! I was young at all. And my life is to sit on the pillow on the floor, the stove these cakes and so grow old? I thought could I leave? There is nothing in the Agali for me! To begin with, I decided to move to Makhachkala. I planned to continue my baking business there.

And then I met with my daughter's father. And life has completely changed. As usual, I baked the cake and treated this person.He was a builder, a tile. He liked that, despite the stroller, I am funny, that the household itself was leading. And he told his comrade that he saw such a good girl, and gave him my phone. And imagine - poetry began to come to my phone.

He had not seen me yet, but wrote poetry. And then he asked if he could come to visit. Well, I was scared that I would be alone. And she called her girlfriend. She opened the door to him as if she was Angela. He later said to me: "My heart fell, I did not like it at all." I told him: “And when you saw a stroller, the heart did not fall a second time?