It was my decision to live a normal life, go to school, be with my friends, and enjoying day to day activities. It was not going to be easy.
Financial hardships were rough on us, even though Mom had a good job at G.M.
All in all I led a pretty normal life.
When I came out of surgery, I was on a respirator and had a tube in my left lung. I spent Christmas and the next thirty days in the hospital.
We began a series of court battles for nine months, while I was attending classes by telephone.
Even at church, people would not shake my hand.
My family and I held no hatred for those people because we realized they were victims of their own ignorance.
We had great faith that with patience, understanding, and education, that my family and I could be helpful in changing their minds and attitudes around.