Thank-you, Mum.
At a young age I went through a stage in my life where I had many questions about my disability. Why am I different, mum? Why can’t I play football like the other kids, mum? Is my condition going to get worse, mum? Why do I have to have more surgery, mum? My head was bamboozled. It was at this same time that I began to feel extremely sorry for myself. As my questions began to …