I was born with clubbed feet and I had a portion of oxygen cut off from my brain; therefore a physical and mental disability occurred.  Over the years, my experience has forced me to travel alone in achieving my goals and proving the nay-sayers wrong.  It is through these experiences that I began to question my initial diagnosis way back when.

The road has been treacherous.  For what was endured and inflicted on me from birth, is cruel and unjustifiably inhumane.  In today’s society we live in a world where disabled individuals are treated better than way back in the 1970’s.  It felt as if I was going through torture in yearning to be treated with dignity, integrity, and respect.

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