December is a big month in my life. It’s the month I was not supposed to be born in. In fact, it was three months earlier then my due date.
Back in 1990 I only weighed two pounds, which is the size of a stick of butter. I was deformed and my body was frail and weak. Not much was expected of me. My parents not knowing if their little boy would even make it through the night and my mother being so sure that I would.
When I was two I was diagnosed with Cerebral Palsy and I was predicted to never read, write, or go to regular school. It’s ironic that I will be graduating from LCCC and I write for a paper that reaches over 10,000 people. In fact, I’m graduating in December. Go figure.
My condition has had a lot of heartbreaks over the years. The aches and pains, the seizures, surgeries, helplessness, and even tears. However, if I had to do it all over again, I would do it all the same way. It’s allowed me to appreciate things that I may not of appreciated otherwise.
Now that I’m about to mark another milestone in my life all I can think about is, where would I be without the love and compassion by my family and friends? As Michael J. Fox once said “A disease is a journey that brings you one step forward and two steps back.” However, so many people in my life have pushed me to take the steps I’ve needed to succeed.
I love each and every one of these people and I always will. I can never thank you enough for how much you’ve impacted my life. And to my mom all I can say is, I did it.
