Demain je vais voir mon filleul chéri... et puis je suis tombée sur ça !!!

L'histoire (en anglais, dsl !) :

The lady in her 30s was a dancer and was trained as one since she was a
little girl. Later she got into some kind of accident and lost her entire left
arm. She was depressed for a few years. It seemed that someone asked her to
coach a Children's dancing group. From that point on, she realized she could not
forget dancing. She still loved to dance. She wanted to dance again. So she
started to do some of her old routines. But by her losing an arm, she also
lost her balance. It took a while before she could even making simple turns and
spins without falling. Eventually she got it.
Then she heard some guy in his 20s had lost a leg in an accident. This guy
also fell into the usual denial, depression and anger type of emotional roller
coaster. She looked him up (seemingly he was from a different Province) and
persuaded him to dance with her. He had never danced. And to dance with one
leg? Are you joking with me? No way he says.. But she didn't give up. He
reluctantly agreed. ' I have nothing else to do anyway.' She started to teach him
dancing 101. The two broke up a few times because the guy had no concept of
using muscle, control his body, and a few other basic things about dancing.
When she became frustrated and lost patience with him, he would walk out.

Eventually they came back together and started training. They hired a
choreographer to design routines for them. She would fly high (held by him) with
both arms (a sleeve for an arm) flying in the air. He could bend horizontally
supported by one leg and she leaning on him, etc. They danced beautifully and
they legitimately beat others in the competition