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I am a quadruple amputee, probably one of the most optimistic people you’ll ever meet, and I’m living one exceptional life. I’m a proponent for the underdog. I’m a very passionate believer that everything is overcomeable. My goal is to help other women move past the challenges in their lives by growing their faith, gratitude, kindness, and positivity.
In 1997 my first husband and I adopted John,* a beautiful five-year-old with non-verbal autism. While John was still new to our home, one evening while eating dinner he burst into tears. I felt helpless knowing he couldn’t tell me what troubled him, so I quietly cried out, “God please tell me why he’s crying!” Instantly words entered my mind, “He’s upset because your food looks different than his.” I’d fixed a simple meal of wet bean burritos with a side of raw carrots and separated everything on his plate. I knew his sensory issues might not tolerate mixing ingredients.
This sacred moment of church tradition often caused my eyes to swell with pools of tears. As I greeted each sister and brother, I recognized the hearts before me represented a failed marriage, a devastating miscarriage, a joyous engagement, or a recent promotion.
“What am I supposed to do now?” Her tears ran down her face hot and full of shame and I sat across from her shifting uncomfortably in my seat, palms sweating. I loathed this question the most because it always seemed to come at times when I didn’t have the answers.