 When I was five months old, I became ill with cerebral spinal meningitis and my parents were told that I would not survive. And that was miracle number two - I did!
Then my parents were told that I'd probably never walk or talk. Miracle number 3 - I walked by the age of 1 (most children do) and I started to talk...haven't stopped since. Then my parents were told that I would probably be somewhat retarded. Miracle number 4 - I learned to read when I was three and, although not a candidate for Mensa, I managed to get through school very easily, graduating at 17 without much effort on my part, in the top third of my class.
May 10, 1997 |
