To Fight with Every Step

| This is the 512th story of Our Life Logs | I grew up in the late ’90s with the life that most people would dream about as a kid. My house was a few blocks from the best beaches California had to offer. The temperature was never lower than 55 (degrees Fahrenheit) and never higher than 85. I would spend my time riding my bike, … Continue reading To Fight with Every Step

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The Anatomy of a Warrior

| This is the 460th story of Our Life Logs | Warriors carry an extra appendage while preparing for combat. They choose what will heighten their power when they meet adversity. They master the appendage. They set out to conquer. For me, that extra appendage is, was, and will always be my power wheelchair. My wheels are a chariot to freedom rather than a temporary crutch to … Continue reading The Anatomy of a Warrior

The Gift of a Second Chance

| This is the 457th story of Our Life Logs | It started out almost lucky. I was born into a wealthy family in rural Haryana, India, in November 1991. My father was the only qualified doctor in our area including the surrounding eight villages. The only competition were a few quakes or pseudo-doctors who offered mumbo-jumbo at best. With many, many patients coming his way, my … Continue reading The Gift of a Second Chance

A Promise Worth Keeping

| This is the 446th story of Our Life Logs | I was born with a rare genetic disorder that wasn’t properly diagnosed until I was two years old. The doctors discovered I was suffering from scoliosis kyphosis. I could walk, but I had a very prominent rib hump that made sitting in a chair nearly impossible. My life has been a mixture of blessings and curses depending … Continue reading A Promise Worth Keeping

Standing Up

| This is the 439th story of Our Life Logs | “We don’t need you anymore.” The words slipped out of my supervisors’ mouth and fell onto the desk in front of me. There were no emotions behind them, no guilt, no sympathy—just a hollow phrase passively tossed my way as they multi-tasked behind their over-sized desk. I received no further explanation, just a request to pack … Continue reading Standing Up