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One of the reasons I loved Lost so much…until the end anyway…was the character of John Locke. I felt a personal connection to him, and I’m about to explain why.

A little over 10 years ago I was in a diving accident. I snapped bones in my back, dislocating some and crushing others. I was paralyzed from the waist down. Doctors told me I would never walk again. I told them I would prove them wrong.

I spent two years in a wheelchair, working my first through fifth convention as Professor Xavier and working in the Special Needs departments. Year three I was allowed the uses of crutches, and worked a few more conventions. By year four I was almost completely crutch free, and by year five I was able to walk long distances without the use of any aid. That same year they found a tumor in my brain, setting me back a little. Its inoperable, so its still there to this day. Doctors told me I would never lead a normal life. I told them I would prove them wrong.

4 years ago I was diagnosed Bi-Polar with High Anxiety and Panic Disorder, OCD, PTSD and Trichotillomania. They told me I would never be able to hold a normal relationship, live with others or handle most normal jobs. I told them I would prove them wrong.

3 years ago they found tumors in my kidneys, liver and ovaries. They told me if they operated there would be a good chance I wouldn’t survive. I was put on alternative medicine instead, and so far no issues have returned. They told me I won’t lead a normal life. I told them I would prove them wrong.

6 months ago I got the okay to start training in Muay Thai.

Yesterday I got the date of my first fight. February 11th, 2012 I will be participating in the Muay Thai Smoker in Chicago. Nothing will tear me away from that.

Today I gloat, and tell them all I proved them wrong. I’m walking, running and fighting again. I have no pain additional to the back and neck pain that is common to have. I’m able to hold relationships, touch people (because yes, that was a problem) and folks, I have eyebrows again. I write for a living. I am social. I’m not afraid to leave the house. I even drink from time to time. I hold down a normal office job to help pay the bills. I lead a normal, healthy life.

Don’t ever tell me what I can’t do.

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