[ WP ] In the first person , write a day in the life of Obama after he has broken his left leg and right hand .

I'm supposed to be the epitome of strength. Of intelligence. Of America. I carry the weight and image of a nation on my shoulders. I know I've made mistakes in many minds, including my own, but why has it come to this? A broken president signifies a broken nation. People already believe us broken, and now even in jest it will be true. Have I single-handedly made a mockery of this nation, by slipping on a wet floor last week? People have been saying this country would slip into chaos since I was elected; again, just another way for people within and outside to joke. 
 
 I'm no Roosevelt. I'll never get used to or enjoy being pushed around in a wheelchair, even if it's not for that long. He exemplified strength in so many ways. I've shown too much weakness, despite our victories. Now I'm too weak to walk to my meetings. Special ramps installed for Air Force One. Sympathy from other world leaders. Being shown yet hidden behind a desk or podium when on television, even though the world knows what happened. It's what I'm advised to do. It's what I have to do. It's how I have to live for these next many months, which may as well be an eternity. 
 
 Even my family looks at me differently. The dining room table was lowered; for me, despite my family that loved the old one. Where there used to be a chair, there's now just an empty space, begging me to roll up to it, embracing the emptiness as a part of who I am. I wo n't even get to lay down with my children on the few nights I get to see them to bed; they'll get up to kiss me goodnight as my keeper rolls me away. 
 
 I've pledged my allegiance to this nation and our flag, and to the republic for which it stands. Which it *stands*. I can barely bring myself to say it, or even think it anymore. People expect strength, but the weakness is so strong I ca n't shake it. My smiling facade will have to last as long as it can, for everyone's sake but my own. For my proud country. For my wife. For my kids. 
 
..I wonder if I'll ever be able to play basketball again...
