“It’s not real,” the kid said as he pointed at my right hand. I chuckled and replied, “Well of course it’s real, silly! It’s just a hand!” Before I could even finish my sentence, the kid was lunging toward my right hand. He grabbed my hand and proceeded to pull on it. He was attempting... Continue Reading →
When I was thirteen, I received a friend request on social media from a guy in another state. We were both part of the same academic/leadership organization, and we were going to spend some of the summer together at a convention and a camp. Almost immediately after I accepted the friend request, the guy started... Continue Reading →
This blurry photo from six years ago still brings tears to my eyes. Throughout my 24 years with this disease/disability and its challenges, I’ve asked very few people to make accommodations for me. I’ve rarely spoken up about my limitations. I’ve sparingly sought to modify a rule or standard for my own benefit. Why? Throughout... Continue Reading →
When I was in pre-k, I started praying for just one thing — healing. I knew doctors couldn’t “fix” me, but I believed that God could. At 24 years old, I’m glad He didn’t give me what I wanted in that season of life. Why? In this season of life, which has been filled with... Continue Reading →
I was standing outside my mom’s office when I noticed a young boy coming toward me. His eyes widened as he caught a glimpse of my right hand. Before I could even attempt to cover up my hands, the boy started screaming and running away from me. As I listened to his screams and held... Continue Reading →
When I was 7 years old, I wanted a prosthetic arm. My doctors showed me incredible prosthetics that could glow in the dark and even hold a golf club or car keys. I was amazed by these prosthetics with neat designs and functions, but I did not want one of these impressive prosthetics. I wanted... Continue Reading →
Growing in the Groaning 