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This is of course the question that occurs to every pro-Israel person when they read the propaganda article blaming Israel for not allowing people to “leave Gaza”.The border with Egypt is one of those facts that the indoctrinated Palestinian side like to pretend doesn’t exist or make silly excuses for the lack of people crossing.The truth?Who knows how many people have actually died, Hamas provided these potentially false statics. That’s right, the same Hamas, who continue to build tunnels under their own children’s schools in the hope that they will die so that they can score PR marks. UNRWA demands end to tunnel building under its schoolsThe world cheers them on (as evidenced by the astounding silence from those righteous members of the Human Rights Council, and every other country in the world that hasn’t condemned them) as they turn thousands of their own children into human shields. It’s not like the UN doesn’t know about it, they’ve “politely” officially requested the tunnel building be stopped multiple times (only in the first time did they actually name Hamas, after the backlash they left the name blank).No calls for the international court of justice against Hamas though.Actually, the media and “human rights groups” and all these ethical activists encourage this child abuse by brainwashing people with the vastly higher “death statistics”.Is it really surprising that after all the deaths in 2014 they keep building tunnels under schools all the way into 2017. If the whole world gives you credit for an effective PR tactic, why not?But “evil Israel” doesn’t issue enough visas as their own people die as Hamas continues to invest in tunnels under children instead of building hospitals. Not enough visas? Now that is news!I hope Ahed Tamimi receives a long sentence to separate her from her abusive family that has sent her out from childhood to attack Israeli soldiers.That way she might be able to think for herself and won’t agree to be sent, eventually, to die like so many others, like the terrified girl below, dropped off at a bus station with a knife to face two Israeli soldiers with M16s.As you can see, whoever dropped her off at this isolated station didn’t stick around to help her escape, they knew what the outcome would be - good PR.The road to hell is paved with good intentions.Yours truly,Unsympathetic Israeli.

I have spastic diplegia, meaning my CP is predominately affected in my legs and pelvis than my upper body -- though I have hemiplegia affecting my right side, causing the awkward gait I have had since I was a kid when I move and walk, and a form of tightness in my back, shoulders, and jaw.Writing about my CP story beyond the academic medical jargon though, is rather heartbreaking, to say the very least of my experiences -- but I hope other Quora users who also have CP can relate to this somehow.Now, onto my story...My parents, being the very highly ambitiously determined and excelling people they are, enrolled me in a mainstream K-6 elementary school, where I can be credited to be the ONLY kid with cerebral palsy in the school's long and proud history. Settling in right away, I knew the curriculum and standards expected of me -- as well the need to conform to peers' standards of what's cool and what's not -- would often prove cumbersome and disappointing -- even up through high school.Other kids would recognize I would walk and move differently, and many of them would keep their distance. But what's surprising and humbling to me even now as a 21-year-old student in college are the distant memories I keep stored away in the crevices of my mind when little boys used to ask me at point-blank in restrooms, "Why do you walk like that?"'How did you respond Josh?' many of you could write to me right now -- Were you offended? Were you angry? Were you hurt?To be very blatantly honest, no, I was not offended, and no, I was not angry, when answering these little boys who may have had some social exposure to disabled people -- but do not know how to react when observing us.But as for the last question, I want to honestly answer, "Yes, I am hurt."Not because of these kids asking me, but because I rarely had another figure in my personal life with whom I could have brought up these issues with -- someone of my statute and range of mobility.As a kid, I still participated in activities kids without physical limitations can participate in -- soccer with Special Olympics for a year before I graduated elementary school, video games ('cause boys will always obnoxiously be boys), swimming (even though I can only blow bubbles and not stroke), and horseback riding for a time, especially after I stumbled upon and ended up loving the Black Stallion series...and wish child actor Kelly Reno was my best friend and bro. :)In middle school and high school, I gave up on sports for Drama, Biology, English and History classes -- my parents insisting I focus on my studies than devoting my youthful time to those past childhood activities.I joined my high school's youth group -- and believed God could still heal me of my physical disability, since my family has been insisting on that prayer for a long time to come now. But something gravely occurred to me that turned my insistence of my physical healing on its head -- when I ran, and should have lost, my position as Publicity Manager my junior year (2009-2010) -- thanks to a fellow friend and older classman who decided to forfeit and give it to me to lead.Not only did this shock many in the club at the time, it turned out to have a very sad, bittersweet ending as well. Struggling to keep up in my everyday schoolwork, procrastinating, and excuses for studying -- or the apparent lack thereof -- despite my best wishes for Youth Alive, I was voted out of that officer position senior year -- and later, ended up leaving the club, vowing angrily and bitterly never to return.The first year I went to college -- first at UC Riverside, and now in community college, hoping to transfer next year -- I had very dashed hopes of ever finding a church community who could take me in and develop a feeling of acceptance, assurance and security ever again -- and although I may sound a bit overly dramatic at this point, let me assure you: this is only the beginning of it.I harkened the advice of two high school classmates who graduated before me to see if I would be interested in joining an Asian-inclusive Christian fellowship in college -- and although I initially quite enjoyed the experiences there -- I now have to say, I vehemently disagree with their teaching that homosexuality is a dreadful sin. They're closely affiliated with the Southern Baptists -- I being raised a Pentecostal.Growing up with this concept that society -- and the people living and working in it -- view cerebral palsy individuals as detrimental to those as the mentally ill, incapacitated, and elderly -- and the notion that my disability was an affliction brought on by the Devil's work -- have really affected not only my self-worth and self-esteem, but also how others have perceived me as an individual too, and how I have perceived them.In addition to coping with the mechanisms of learning to navigate life with CP -- physical therapies, surgeries and all -- and growing up a strictly reserved and modest church boy -- the last area in my life I have been most recently navigating is -- you guessed it -- my sexual/romantic identity and orientation.Throughout the last three-quarters of my youth self-identifying and growing up as a heterosexual, my first "appeal" to homoromantic/homosexual wants and fantasies began with the onset of puberty, until now.Hence, why I mention Kelly Reno, cause he sure was a decent-looking chap back in his heyday, I'll say.It's a challenge to grow up with cerebral palsy already, as it is -- and heavily indoctrinated with a set of Christian beliefs I still hold near and dear to myself -- but it's a million times more challenging to have cerebral palsy, and begin to seriously and direly question your potential sexuality.A question I am practically dying to ask other users on the Internet out there -- and in here [Quora] -- is, "Why is it that so many non-CP parents and people generally assume their kids or their peers will grow up heterosexual? Because they have challenges that cannot be met in a gay relationship? Because of the necessity to procreate? Because 'it's the societal norm?' Or because, if they ever came out as anything but straight, they would face the additional stigmas of forming a personal queer identity, in addition to being disabled?"These are all questions I NOW DARE TO ASK ANYONE who has cerebral palsy -- or some other sort of physically limiting condition, not just because of the growing acceptance of the larger queer community as a whole, but also because I now boldly intend to represent a young man who has had to battle multiple fronts in my young (but philosophically older) life thus far.And though I am still single, I am also faithful God will lead me to an equally faithful partner one day, be it a boyfriend or girlfriend.Aiming for Inclusion: Loving Others as an Openly Bi ChristianLOVE ON, AND GOD BLESS,JoshSelf-Identifying Bi-Romantic Demisexual Christian with Cerebral Palsy...At your valiant service. :)Feel more than free to write me at [email protected] me on Facebook at Josh Chen | FacebookTweet me at Joshua Chen (@JoshPFlynnChen) | TwitterRead my Phineas and Ferb fanfictions and columns at J Chen the Columnist

My younger brother saved my life.It was the summer of 2002. I was 14, my brother was 12.Normal school day for us as usual. We were standing in assembly ground. It was around 8:00 AM. This day the assembly was running unusually longer as the principal had invited some speaker to give a lecture.At 8:30 AM, we were still there and the sun was already high and we were all sweating like hell. Usually the summers are very hot in the city of Gwalior and the temperatures easily reach above 45 deg C. Many people were getting uncomfortable but no one from school administration cared. We were made to stand in sun of peak summer while some random speaker was blabbering about some random crap.I was recovering from Malaria at that time and although I was cured of it, there was still a lot of weakness.Due to standing in sun, I was already starting to feel lightheaded and so I approached nearest teacher and asked him to excuse me from standing citing my medical condition. He told me to bear it all for few more minutes as assembly was about to get over.I being an introvert, complied and somehow stood back in line.Two minutes into standing in that scorching heat and wham!I went blank, all my senses ceased and gravity did its work. I fell like a falling tree on the assembly ground.Now, this assembly ground was made of concrete and when my head hit the ground in full force, my forehead landed over a stone lying there.I went unconscious.The teachers thought I fainted and asked some students to pick me up and lay me in the staff room.I was laying there for 2 hours and no action was taken from school administration.NO DOCTOR WAS CALLED. MY PARENTS WERE NOT INFORMED. NOT EVEN MY BROTHER WAS TOLD WHO STUDIED IN THE SAME SCHOOL.Just by the stroke of luck, some teacher asked my brother to fetch something from staff-room and he saw me lying there. Unconscious. Not moving at all.He asked teachers present to do something, but they took it casually and said students faint all the time in assembly and I’ll be fine in sometime. The only thing they did was they made me drink a glass of glucose water while I was falling back and forth into unconsciousness.My brother was just a kid of 12 years at that time, but he had tremendous presence of mind. He understood that something was wrong. He asked teachers to call my parents to which the answer was, only phone is in principal’s office and she is out, so they can’t make a call.He asked the teachers to make us drop to our home atleast to which teachers again declined citing reasons that they have no means of transport available.He asked the teachers to let him go out of school and call an auto to take me home to even which the teachers refused and asked him to stop panicking and told him to go to his class.By now, he understood he was on his own.He defied all the instructions of teachers and the 12 year old boy himself went out of school to hire an auto-rickshaw to take his unconscious brother home.He somehow managed with help of some students to seat me into auto and bought me home. No one, I repeat no one from school came along with us or followed up if we reached home.It was again luck that we found our parents home just in time when they were locking the doors and leaving for their workplaces.When my father saw my condition, he understood it was something serious. He took me in his arms and rushed to our family doctor. The doctor tried to find pulse in my wrist but it was not there, there was a faint pulse near the elbow and he said that I was sinking fast. He told us to rush to Government medical college as soon as possible.While we were waiting for the formalities in medical college hospital, I had a vomit full of blood and then I went unconscious for next 2 days. The last thing I heard was the scream of my mom when she saw all the blood on the floor.The CT-Scan and MRI showed a fracture in my skull. because of which CerebroSpinal Fluid, the very vital fluid in which our brain remains suspended started to leak through my nasal cavity and air entered inside the skull. Also, I had a bad case of internal bleeding due to which my stomach was full of blood.I had the exact same case of injury due to which Indian cricketer Raman Lamba died.Doctors told that I was on the edge when I was brought in, a little delay could’ve been fatal.I went unconscious for 2 days straight, I don’t know if it was coma or not as doctors never called it that way. I stayed on bed in a single position for whole 2 months lying straight on bed as I was forbidden to even turn my head.I fell in July 2002 and it was not until November 2002 that I was finally allowed to sit. I literally forgot how to balance and walk and it took days for me to feel normal while standing and sitting.All this happened because the school administration decided to make kids stand in scorching sun during peak summer for an hour.The school never admitted its mistake in mishandling the case and they never apologised for not helping my brother that day.I was fortunate to live the day due to the blessings of my family, the very able Neurosurgeons of Gwalior’s medical college and ofcourse the presence of mind and timely action of my brother.The reason I’m alive today and writing this is because my brother, despite being a 12 year old boy, took charge and did what he had to do to save his brother’s life.Sometimes, you don’t need a cape to be a superhero.