People expect me to be sad about my birth defects. 

I am not.

People assume I am angry about doctors botching me, the stares I receive, and childhood bullying. 

I am not. 

People believe I wish I was born with normal looking, healthy legs. 

I do not. 

I made a choice to allow my adversity to become my purpose. I will transcend my physical deficits in front of you.

…And when I die, my God will receive a well-used broken body and an unbroken spirit.

Published on December 6, 2023