“Plenty of guys asked creepy questions or even had a wheelchair fetish. My hopes were never high. He changed the course of my life with one message. ‘Hi.’ Teenage me would have never imagined this kind of love for herself.”
“Plenty of guys asked creepy questions or even had a wheelchair fetish. My hopes were never high. He changed the course of my life with one message. ‘Hi.’ Teenage me would have never imagined this kind of love for herself.”
“Every step he takes is a mountain climbed, every word he signs or says is a dream realized, every milestone met, a prayer answered. He is the bravest person I know.”
“I was 21, almost done with my senior year of college. These were supposed to be the best years of my life, yet every day I felt sick and exhausted and no doctor could tell me why. I was told it was ‘all in my head.’ I lost friends because no one could understand. Soon, I was withdrawing from my semester from a hospital bed.”
“Parenting two teens with ADHD is a walk in the park, if it’s Jurassic Park!”
“You see, 8 years ago on the day she was born, we had a different name and a different daughter in mind. She is like nothing I imagined, yet everything I hoped for.”
“Would you believe me if I told you a tick the size of a poppy seed destroyed my life? I’d go around my perfectly clean room shouting, ‘Dirty! It’s dirty!’ I jumped out the first story window of my house. The pain was too much.”
“‘He doesn’t have it.’ We hit a dead end. Knowing we needed to be exposed to new doctors, we put a poll on Instagram with three different states. We put our home on the market, sold it and all our furniture with it within 24 hours, and moved from Utah to Texas.”
“I turned to Instagram. Right before my eyes was a ready-made group of soulmates. Women who advocate with such ferocity for their children, who live on 3 hours of sleep, who know reference numbers and caloric values and fio2 conversions off the top of their heads. My people.”
“I was awakened for the next three nights at 3 a.m. by the bright light of her cell-phone in my face, highlighting the picture of a puppy. ‘Please?’ she begged. In a moment of grief, I felt called to act.”
“I biked into the back of a parked car. There was a group of people on the other side of the street laughing. I thought to myself, ‘I knew this would happen, you don’t belong on a bike anymore.’”