I remember the first time I couldn’t get into a friend’s house. Let me tell you: that sucked. But, this is an all-too-familiar occurrence to anyone disabled.
All of my doctors in St. Louis thought I’d die before my 26th birthday. They had good reason to believe that would be how the story would end. Only God knew what happen and that’s really all that matters in the end.
In December 2018, I made the conscious choice to stop trying so hard to walk again. That decision took months of prayer and conversation, but since then, I have never looked back.