Tonight my heart was heavy and I began searching and was overjoyed to find this website. God has been nudging me to share my story for quite some time but in the back of my mind I have always “counted it out” as a story not worth telling.
Tonight is different and I am here to encourage the people that my story might impact. My name is Misty and I am 31 years old with Mild CP. At a very early age my mother noticed that I was not as mobile as I should be. I began completing tasks in non-traditional ways more suitable for my “gift.”
Now keep in mind….I didn’t always view it as a “gift”. As a matter of fact it was quite the opposite for me…most especially during those painful physical therapy appointments that seemed to go on and on, or the kids and teachers in class that just didn’t quite understand me. However I continued to defy the odds by doing all the things that the specialists did not think I would ever be able to do. Talking, eating by myself, tying my own shoes, riding a bike, participating in gym class…the list is endless but I had a plan that differed from theirs.
My plan was to live my life making the best of every situation and not allowing my CP to define who I was as a person. That plan continues today and I strive to help others that are in my shoes. I refuse to call this a disability because in my eyes it is just the opposite.
This “disability” gave me ABILITIES….abilities to love, to care, to see beyond, to reach higher when I was told I couldn’t, to strive through pain because I saw what was on the other side and most importantly to share my story when I would never have had the opportunity to otherwise.