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How I Learned to Live One-Handed - Any Why I'm Finally Telling My Story
I Was 3 Years Old. And I Never Let It Stop Me. In 1986, I had two ischemic strokes. I was 3 years old. I didn't know what that meant. I didn't know I was any different from any other kid - until probably little league sports.  At least that's when I actually 'saw it'. During practices there were things I had to do differently than the others, watching everyone else, something clicked.  And nothing was ever quite the same after that.  But I Didn't Stop. I went to school,... Read more...