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.
Risk, Then, Is Not Just Part Of Life. It Is Life. The Place Between Your Comfort Zone And Your Dream Is Where Life Takes Place. It's The High-anxiety Zone, But It's Also Where You Discover Who You Are.