Becky Balfe

‘Then came the email that changed everything. ‘I have an oven that has never been used. Do you need it?’ We laughed. We didn’t know why she was offering us an ‘oven.’ Ours was in perfectly good condition!’

“The tension was palpable. Within seconds, the room was completely empty except for us. No explanation from anyone. In that moment, we both embraced each other and sobbed. Was Kimberly going to be ok? What about our son? Nothing prepared us for this unexpected event.”

‘Wrap this around your arm and place the utensil here’, they’d say. That didn’t last long! She is ‘BOUT IT!’ I couldn’t accept this disability. Where has it been? Why now?’

“There were no ‘accommodations’ growing up. I had to clean my room. I had to have my homework finished before I could play. If I got in trouble, consequences came with it. I was 12 years old and approached with a life changing choice. You’re disabled! What are you going to do?”

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