Before the accident, I never gave much thought to walking. It was akin to breathing, quite simply a means of getting from A to B. When I thought about it, I couldn’t even remember how I walked or if I was a fast walker. I gave little thought to it before the accident.
That changed though when something so simple was taken away from me. Staring at lifeless legs made me appreciate the biological triumph of putting one foot in front of the other. The natural mechanics of walking were alien to me now but the doctor kept telling me I would walk again. When he first spoke those words, I couldn’t listen but I had to believe in him. I had to believe in myself.
My belief is what will allow me to take that first step and walk once again. I may fall but I will not fail.