I grew up in Canada and was gifted in whatever sport I decided to participate in. Football – recruited by a top University. Hockey – played with a number of buddies who went…
Hi my name is Jack and I’m 9 years old. Sometimes I don’t exactly listen. I have trouble focusing on what I am supposed to. Sometimes it feels like I can hear everything…
Preface December 25 1983 “Meg, that one goes to my brother.” I was in Urbana at my friend Beth’s house, wearing a red and white Santa hat, handing out gifts…
The painting we know as the Mona Lisa is a famous piece of art, considered beautiful in many ways, yet some people debate upon the real beauty that is the Mona Lisa. Art…
My name is Brianna. I am 20 years old, born on February 18th 1993. I live in Missouri with my parents, 4 sisters and 5 brothers. I’m a college student majoring in…
Preface January 2012 “Hi Meg. I am Patti, President of the Helping Hands Foundation. We are a non-profit support group connecting families of children with upper limb differences. We really…
Third grade. Chopped and mopped bob of milk chocolate hair on my head with razored bangs and hopelessly trustful baby brown eyes. I go to school blissfully unaware of my difference. Like any…
I am a 39-year-old New Yorker who has been living in the metro area for over 12 years. My story begins in a remote village in North West of Pakistan. This truly was…
Hi! My name is Izzy. I was adopted from China. I’m 9 and I live in New York. My friends ask me why I was left in a park? I say the people…
Preface November 1978 “Who will buy, this wonderful morning…?”It was my friend Johnny singing a solo in our version of the musical, Oliver called, “It’s a Fine School.” I was in the…
I have a backpack of bricks. Everyone has their own. People might say that a backpack of bricks can wear you down, but mine lifts me up. I was born with major heart…