Life certainly has a way of changing plans. I woke up this morning to the sounds of Timmy giggling and playing. Operating on autopilot, I put on my leg to join him. Seeing his smiling face and bright blue eyes I realized that I am completely fulfilled with my life.
Eighteen years ago I never would have imagined I would be living in Virginia, married with two kids and one leg. Fresh out of college, I was working my dream job in Baltimore. I was working with recently blinded adults and full loving the independence that both a first job and a first real apartment provided. I loved my job and basked in the youthful arrogance of knowing that I had already found my calling.
In a split second, everything changed. I wish I had a sexier journey to amputation, but mine began 18 year ago today with a computer monitor at a conference. A seemingly benign event, something that should have been a minor blip in my life, ended up throwing me onto an entirely different course.
Going to the doc-in-a-box on the Ocean City boardwalk, I never could have envisioned that the injury would lead me to becoming an amputee. I couldn't imagine doing anything else with my life. I also couldn't imagine that a life could be as fulling professionally and personally as mine is today.
I can't say that I am glad that I had my accident, but I can say that I consider myself fortunate. I found a new passion in helping a community of which I am a proud member. I have an amazing family and support system. I am truly blessed.
Happy Injury-Versary to me!
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