When I Was 8 Years Old, I Became Depressed. I Kept Asking Why I Was Born This Way [without Arms And Legs]. I Also Worried About My Future. At The Age Of 10, I Tried To Commit Suicide Because I Felt Like Giving Up. But When I Imagined My Loving Parents Crying At My Grave, I Decided To Stay.
Make Up Your Mind That No Matter What Comes Your Way, No Matter How Difficult, No Matter How Unfair, You Will Do More Than Simply Survive. You Will Thrive In Spite Of It.:grin::grin::grin: