I had always excitedly spoken about running and about how running makes me happy. One day, a friend asked me, "What if you can't run anymore?" In my heart, I sort of knew that I would continue doing something even if it meant paralympics as to quit never really seem like an option.
So it finally happened. I literally couldn't run. I couldn't bend my knees nor my ankles. I had trouble walking what more about running. I could barely walk up the stairs. The pain of it was amplified by the fact that the heart and soul wanted to run so badly - so badly.
Having...
