Nothing Remarkable

A few weeks ago I was contacted by a representative of an upstart company asking me to demonstrate their new prosthetic foot.  Although I was flattered by the offer, I immediately knew that I was not the right person for this opportunity.  When I politely declined the offer, the individual took me aback when she replied, "That's okay. There is nothing remarkable about you anyway."

My logical side can rationalize the "nothing remarkable" comment. She was frustrated that I said no and, although I was both polite and professional, nobody likes to be rejected. Regardless of whether her retort was nothing more than a defense mechanism, her words stung.

I have never purported to be anything but who I am. I'm not a super athlete, nor am I a beautiful and glamorous model. I'm not an actress, a singer (although I do love karaoke), or a celebrity. If those are the markers of defining "remarkable," I would have to agree that I do not qualify.

I am tired of the celebrity standards that are held by our culture. Although I appreciate the feats of our amputee athletes and the barriers that have been broken by other celebrities, I do not look to them for motivation. There is something unattainable by those who are held up as icons. After some thought, I am okay with not being deemed "remarkable" by a marketing executive.

I'm a woman who spent more time than I would like to admit struggling to accept my amputation. I try to help others and I'm willing to lend an ear or a helping hand. I may not transform the world, but I am always true to myself. I'm happy with my life, and despite the struggles and obstacles, I can no longer envision living any other way. I may not be remarkable, but I am content and excited about my future no matter how mundane it may seem compared to others.