But he has suffered from cerebral palsy since childhood, able to move only with his left foot when his mother collapsed downstairs.
He was helpless, only able to keep kicking the door with his left foot, hoping someone would come to save her.
Thankfully, someone heard the noise and his mother was rushed to the hospital in time.
Although Chris saved his mother, his congenital disability made him still regarded as a burden by the family.
During a meal, Chris suddenly scribbled with his left foot.
His sister thought he was drawing triangles, and his father impatiently demonstrated the correct way, but Chris sadly tried to erase the marks.
Only his mother realized he had written the letter A.
Chris was overjoyed, then struggled to write the word mother with his left foot, his first expression of love.
His father lifted Chris high in excitement, boasting to everyone that his son was not a useless person.
Gradually, Chris not only learned to spell words, but also developed a talent for painting.
The family found a doctor specializing in cerebral palsy for him.
Every day, Eileen massaged Chris and used bubble-blowing to exercise his lung capacity.
When Chris lost faith in life, she gave him a copy of Hamlet, hoping he would find redemption and overcome his struggles through the book.
As expected, Chris mood improved day by day, and he would repeat the classic line while painting.
Eileen then held a painting exhibition for him, allowing many to see the genius artist.
One night, Chris confessed his feelings to Eileen after drinking, but she dismissed it as nonsense, revealing that the friend who helped organize the exhibition was her fianceé.
Forced to hold back, he loudly congratulated her instead.
Eileen's fianceé could no longer tolerate him and tried to push him out, but Chris clung to the tablecloth with his teeth, ending the party in chaos.
Life showed no mercy.
When he returned home from grocery shopping with his mother, he found his father had passed away.
Goodbyes are often abrupt, with some not even getting a chance to say farewell.
But this loss gave him a new direction.
Chris realized painting couldn't fully express his heart or earn enough to support the family.
So he asked his brother to write down his story as he dictated.
Titled My Left Foot, the book became an instant sensation, earning him £800.
They secretly placed the money into their mother's piggy bank.
At dinner, Chris deliberately begged for ice cream and his sisters joined in.
Although the family struggled financially after their father's death, their mother decided to splurge.
When she opened the piggy bank, she froze in shock.
The children danced with joy while their mother shed tears of relief at the sight of the windfall.
