I really forget that I have no arms or legs sometimes.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Often people ask how I manage to be happy despite having no arms and no legs. The quick answer is that I have a choice. I can be angry about not having limbs, or I can be thankful that I have a purpose. I chose gratitude.
Everyone has setbacks. I'm no different. I happen to have no legs. That's pretty much the fact.
I sometimes lament the fact that I do not have the benefit of a complete and ailment free body structure.
I never forget my old days and I never fly too high I have my feet fixed firmly on the ground!
I don't have a big hang-up about my body.
I have little bones.
I'm just like everybody else. I have two arms, two legs and four-thousand hits.
I always bounce my legs when I'm sitting.
I remember thinking that I'd never show my arms on TV, but over time you loosen up.
I'm just happy to have my legs back, cause at one point in time, I wasn't even walking.