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If the life were a book and you were the author,how would you wantyou story to go? That's the question that changed my life for ever.
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Growing up in a hot Las Vegas desert, all I wanted was to be free,Iwould day dream about travelling the world, living in a place where it snowed,and I would picture all of the stories that I would go on to tell. At the ageof nineteen, the day after I graduate high school, I do to a place where itsnowed and I became a massage therapist. With this job all I needed were myhands and my massage table by my side and I would go anywhere. For the firsttime in my life, I felt free, independent, and completely in control of mylife.
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That is until my life took a detour. I went home from work one daywith the thought I was the flu, and less then 24 hours later, I was in thehospital on life support, with less than 2% of chance of living. It wasn'tuntil days later as I lay in a coma that the doctor diagnosed me with bacterialmeninitis, a vaccine prEVENTable blood infection. Over the course of two and ahalf months I've lost my spleen, my kidneys, the hearing in my left ear andboth of my legs below the knee. When my parents wheeled me out of the hospital,I felt like I had been pieced back together like a patchwork doll.
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Ithought the worse was over, until weeks later I when I saw my newlegs for the first time. The calves were bulky blocks of metal with pipesbolted together for the ankles and a yellow rubber foot with the raised rubberline from the toes to the ankle to look like a vein. I didn't know what toexpect but I wasn't expecting that. With my mum by my side, and tears streamingdown our faces.
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I strapped on these chunky legs and I stood up. They were so painfuland so confining that all I could think was how am I ever going to travel theworld in these things, how was I ever going to live the life full of adventuresand stories as I always wanted,and how was I going to snowboard again? Thatday, I went home, I crawled into bed and this is what my life looked like forthe next few months. Me passed out, escaping from reality with my legs restingby my side. I was absolutely, physically annd emotionally broken.
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It was at this moment that I asked myself that life definingquestion: If my life were a book and I were the author, how would I want thestory to go? And I began to daydream. I daydreamed as I did when I was a littlegirl and I imagined myself walking gracefully, helping other people through myjourney and snowboarding again. And didn't just see myself carving down amountain of powder, I could actually feel it. I could feel the wind against myface and the beat of my racing heart as if it were happening in that verymoment. And that is when a new chapter in my life began.
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Four months later I was back upon a snowboard, although thingsdidn't go quite as expected: my knees and my ankles wouldn't bend and at onepoint I traumatized all the skiers on the aerial lift when I fell and my legsstill attached to my snoeboard went flying down the mountain and I was on thetop of the mountain still.I was so shocked, I was just as shockes as everybodyelse and I was so discouraged but I knew that if I could find the right pair offeet I would able to do this again. And this is when I learned that our bordersand our obstacles can only do two things: one, stop us in our Tracks or two,force us to get creative.
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11 years age, when I lost my legs, I had no ideas what to expect.But if you ask me today, if I would ever wanna change my situation, I wouldhave to say No because my legs haven't disabled me, if anything they've enabledme, they forced me to relay on my imagination and to believe in possibilitiesand that's why I believe that our imaginations can be used as tools forbreaking through borders because in our minds, we can do anything and we can beanything. It's believing in those dreams and facing our fear head on thatallows us to live our lives beyond our limits.
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And although today is about innovation without borders, I have tosay that in my life, innovation has only been possible because of my borders.I've learned that borders are where the actual ends but also where theimagination and the story begins. So the thought that I'd like to chAllenageyou with today is that maybe instead of looking at our challenges and ourlimitations as something negative or bad we can begin to look at them asblessings, magnificent gifts that can be used to ignite our imaginations andhelp us go further than we ever knew we could go. It's not about breaking downborders. It's about pushing off them and seeing what amazing places they mightbring us. Thank you. |
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