Giving my life a purpose

Being born in the 1980's was no joke. After  thirty four weeks of consumption weighing six pounds,eight ounces. I wasn't considered high risk,even though the doctors saw I was having breathing complications right after birth. I was rushed out of the delivery room to be stabilize and then  put in the nursery without being monitored. I ended up having a stroke and even quite breathing. That's how my life began.
 
   The doctors didn't feel I'd be functioning later in life on an average level of thinking, acting or being. They felt I'd be wheel chair bound and incapable to be a part of society, leaving my parents in despair and my mom fighting for me to be more then then they told her I'd be capable of.

  My whole life I've learned by trial and errors. I've learned to overcome the feeling of definition. I've never allowed definition to conquer me. As an infant I was pushed to limits to learn how to be apart of society. In doing so I was taught determination.
 
  As far as I'm concerned my limitations only make me that more determined not to give up. I don't see myself in the category society would like me to accept and allow me to live by. I've overcame many obstacles in my  life.  I've fought to be who I am. My voice for myself and others like me is my new mission. Acceptance  is my new goal to over come.

  Though my blogging I hope to accomplish  a reality so intense that I bring hope to others like myself. I hope though my thoughts and expression that others realize having a disability doesn't always mean we are any less capable.  My mobility is the only thing that sets me apart from the world that I refer to as "Normal". I refuse to be set into a different category due to that and why should I?