It all began one fateful night with a dresser, a television and a courageous toddler with more than enough willpower to get himself in some trouble. I was four years old and fixed on getting what I wanted on my own time, despite the risks. Although I can't remember the accident or anything that occurred prior to it, I will never be able to void the experiences I had afterwards. Luckily, I no longer have to challenge the idea that I would never have the mental capacity of a person my age. I've surpassed the expectations of all of the doctors and specialists that were confident of the presence of a permanent mental disability within me. My determination to challenge my potential and reach further than the limits that were set for me prompted
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My older brother and sister settled onto their beds and I began to have a tantrum about turning on the television. My older brother was searching for the remote under surrounding his bed and took longer than I would tolerate. As my older sister joined in searching for the remote, I took matters into my own hands and began to climb onto the four foot tall dresser where the television was nestled above. Just as I was using the knobs on the second drawer to get higher, my siblings took notice and began to cry out for me to come down. As I grabbed onto the third drawer, the large tv came crashing down onto my head as I was planted on the carpet in a pool of blood. My nose was leaking as I laid unconscious. In the week following, I was in the hospital being treated by specialists that all deemed that my injuries would result in a mental retardation.
My mother did not accept my diagnosis as my destiny. She instilled strong determination within me to never succumb to what others deem to be my potential. After I left the hospital following all of the treatment, I didn’t feel the same. I even experienced seizures from time to time. But I wasn’t going to let that stop me. I didn’t plan on giving up then, and more importantly, I wanted to prove those specialists
My older brother and sister settled onto their beds and I began to have a tantrum about turning on the television. My older brother was searching for the remote under surrounding his bed and took longer than I would tolerate. As my older sister joined in searching for the remote, I took matters into my own hands and began to climb onto the four foot tall dresser where the television was nestled above. Just as I was using the knobs on the second drawer to get higher, my siblings took notice and began to cry out for me to come down. As I grabbed onto the third drawer, the large tv came crashing down onto my head as I was planted on the carpet in a pool of blood. My nose was leaking as I laid unconscious. In the week following, I was in the hospital being treated by specialists that all deemed that my injuries would result in a mental retardation.
My mother did not accept my diagnosis as my destiny. She instilled strong determination within me to never succumb to what others deem to be my potential. After I left the hospital following all of the treatment, I didn’t feel the same. I even experienced seizures from time to time. But I wasn’t going to let that stop me. I didn’t plan on giving up then, and more importantly, I wanted to prove those specialists