I don’t want your sympathy.
I have zero desire for you to baby talk me and tell me “everything is going to be ok”.
I want to SHOW you that everything is just fine.
I was involved in a catastrophic accident that occurred by freak chance. I have lost my leg. But since the day I awoke from the coma…I have never felt like I wasn’t myself.
I ripped the blankets off of my body that first day and I saw that half of my left leg no longer existed. However…there hasn’t been a moment where I wasn’t able to feel it there.
No matter the adversity…there is no such thing as disability in my universe. Disability is a choice. In all honesty…I see plenty people with twice the legs I have who are also twice as disabled as I will ever be.
I don’t mean to condescend. I don’t mean to be rude or crass. I mean to separate fact from fiction and state my intentions.
I have no desire to feel “normal once again”. I don’t want to get into “recreational sports”.
I have been put on this earth for one reason and for one reason only: I want to compete.
I see Oscar Pistorius and hear about him plenty. I’ll only endure half of his struggle…but I intend to compete alongside him one day. Before him…I intend to compete against any willing body. I don’t care if you have one or three legs…I want to compete. I don’t care if its on land, in the water, in the ring, in the weight room; anywhere. I want to compete.
I want to prove to the billions of people in this world settling for the status quo…that the old adage is the truth; If you are not getting better, you are getting worse.
I will always compete. Any task you put in front of me will always be attacked. I don’t care if it’s an athletic event or an expense report…I will go to war with it.
Life is too short to want to feel “normal again”. I am abnormal. No matter what happens to me, no matter how hard the struggle…I want to compete.