Me, Myself, and Sara

When I was a little kid, I felt I was different. Not because of my disability which is a big part of me but because of who I was.

I wasn't born here, I speak different languages, I love colors, and I smile to the effect it makes people wonder.

My disability makes me very aware of my individuality. It has shaped me into a bold person. Sure, there are times when I get depressed and feel sorry for myself. But that was then, this is now.

I have to say that I have an amazing support system at home. I don't know what I would have done without them. It is because of them I am as strong and confident about everything.

I have met people though, that do have disabilities and feel sorry for themselves and expect people to cut them some slack because of this.

That of course is the most bizarre thing I can think. You don't get a break. You have what you have and hope the rest will fall into place.

Life unfortuantely is not going to be extra nice for those who can't handle themselves.

To be honest, I have been spoiled. To the idea that I have lived at home, my parents take care of everything, and I have school right up the alley.

But even so, I have grown so much and I believe that I will be okay.

My hands have not kept me doing anything that I couldn't do. Instead, they have been a part of my story. A story I am never ashamed to tell.

Everyone has a story, its how you tell it that matters.