The Girl Who Lived Up The Street

This is simply a short story about a very early one-handed experience. In fact, it is one of my earliest positive memories of living life with one hand. As much as I love the way I am right now it was not always easy. My childhood was very challenging. My early childhood was extremely difficult. So much of this revolved around not knowing why I was born like this. Not understanding why me and not someone else. At the time this story took place the only one-handed person I had ever seen was me. I was a very confused and sometimes angry kid because I did not know why I was born this way. I would have episodes of micro depression where I felt very sad and sorry for myself. During one of those “softer” moments not feeling so good about myself, the girl who lived up the street said something to me that made a difference. In my “40 Blogs in 40 Days about 40 Podcasts” campaign of goodness, Blog #32 is related to podcast episode OHS032 and is my “Golden Blog-isode.” This blog and podcast are about one particular moment in my life that was, and still is very dear to me. It was indeed a golden moment.

The place where I grew up, the times I grew up in, and many of the people around me were not always positive about my one-handed body. I did not get a lot of support overall from my community, my schools, and by many adults in my pocket of the world. When I look back at my history that is just the way it was. My parents and friends were very OK with how I was born and they did support me to the best of their capacities. Yet many other children and adults including coaches and teachers were not so supportive. In some cases they were down right mean and rude. As a young child that can hurt a lot and it did. I had many painful and difficult moments as small boy. At the same time I also had some extremely beautiful and inspirational experiences. One of these most exceptional supportive moments happened with girl who lived up the street from me. She made a huge positive difference in my life as we were playing in my back yard.

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The right words at the right time in just the right way can the make all the difference in the world.

It was a normal day like any other day as we were playing together like neighborhood kids did. Most of the time my brothers and myself would be at her house in her swimming pool. They just lived three houses up the street at the top of “the hill.” For reasons I cannot remember she was at our house and we were playing in our backyard. As we were playing she noticed me noticing myself. I was feeling sad and confused looking at myself about my one-handed body. What she did and what she said has lifted my life to this day.

To hear the story of what this girl said and how she helped me I invite you to click on the link and enjoy my One Hand Speaks Storytelling Podcast Episode OHS032. Please feel free to share this blog or my podcast and I ask you to offer a comment with your opinion and feedback! Thanks!

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