Lucky Kids

Sitting on the train, I saw that a group of asian teenagers was standing there, playing and talking loud. A wave of bitterness rushed over me out of nowhere all of the sudden.
They were either borned here or immigrated here long time ago. They must have no ideas that how lucky they are living in this country.
It's sad to be honest; I wish that I am one of them.
For years I have been striving to get my own identity here. I fell down few times and finally, the doctor told me that I would never get to stand up due to the latest serious accident. I was heart-broken. I cried days and nights. I was so stubborn that I didn't even admit what had happened to me. I blocked everyone out. I almost went crazy about trying so hard to find out the reasons behind the inccident. The feeling of don't-know-what-to-do haunted me everyday.
Thankfully, god sent me my soulmate Jun. He was the only one at my side during this difficult time. He challenged me to grow up and take control of my life. Without him, I didn't know what would I have been like. After a year's hardworks, I finally get my pieces of life back together. As a coinsedence, I finally accept the past and take charge of my future.
Here I am, getting ready to go back and start my life all over again.
It's not easy. However, I will try like crazy to make it happen.
I am 100% unwilling to leave this country. I wish I could be like those kids, having a good quality of living, a high quality of education, surrounded by "high quality" people, and most importantly, found their own identity.
However, I think it's time for me to go back and get everything done. It's sad, but I believe in miracles. I wish I can come back and settle down here again.
Yes, I love Canada.