Disability. For me this is just a word that means I have to work harder to find ways around things.
So when I watch my sisters body boarding I am sure we can find a way for me to do it too. Thankfully I am surrounded by family as determined as I am; so with my mother carrying the oxygen, my godfather carrying the body board and my parents between them carrying me, we parade down the beach. Feeling the waves is exhilarating; riding the crest of nature’s force I experience a strong connection with our creator God. And it’s fun. Really fun. When we make our way back to our spot on the beach, the adults tired and relieved I use my spelling board to say, “that was wonderful, let’s do it again tomorrow.”