On Speaking Up

“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 →

Stop Staring

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 →

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