06-06-2014, 02:41 PM
When I was 11, I had just had my third surgery to correct deformities in my legs caused by a bone condition that made them grow crooked. I was looking forward to having normal legs again, having been able to run a bit until then. I had casts on, up to both knees, and they looked straight for the first time I could remember at the time. When I told my mom I was going to have normal legs, she had to tell me they never would be. My legs are more fragile and weak now, and I haven't run since. I've gotten over that reality, but it's more painful to me know to think of how my mother must have felt telling me that news. I wish I'd talked to her about that before she died.
I believe the tough times we live through can make us stronger.
I believe the tough times we live through can make us stronger.