Yes, I officially hit the big four oh today and I feel content with life. I never thought about hitting this magical number so soon and now it’s here, I feel a sense of peace and serenity.
I was born on a beautiful rainy day. 40 years later, a crack of thunder and I hear the slow raining drops starting to fall as if the sky is celebrating for me.
A quick look back in the last fourth year… I was a wild child surrounded by love and care from my grandparents; moved back with my parents at age of 7 only to say goodbye to my dad a year later as he left China to study in the USA; moved to Canada to reunit with my dad at age of 12; I got my first job at age of 16 working at KFC and CompuSmart; 18 I moved out on my own and paid for my own schooling; 23 had my car accident; 24 returned to U of A and 26 got my degree; 27 started working as a quadriolegic; 30 worked for DC Comics; 34 found freedom and a stronger self ; 36 ascended Ha Ling Mountain; 38 became the first quadriplegic to wheel on the Great Wall of China and met my future husband; 39 did my first TedX and had a baby named Alexander Thor.. and now I’m 40….
Overall, I had a fantastic 40 years and I feel more pumped than ever to continue to redefine impossible, quadriplegic and now as a wife and mother… cheers for the next 40 years.
The distance between my Wheelchair and the Wild
I was at International Celebration this year on Dec 1, 2016, Edmonton… teaching adaptive Chinese dance to a whole room of enthusiastic wonderful people with/without disability in the community.
On a cold winter morning, awoken by a cold shiver, Julia struggled to grab a blanket to cover herself but failed. A creepy “thump, thump” sound came from outside her room and her door slowly opened a crack… “Wham” the door opened wide and a firmiliar face appeared… “Wake up sunshine!!” Sandra said aloud with a big smile on her face. Noticed rightaway Julia shivering, without hesitation, she grabbed the blanket and covered her up.
It’s 3:45am on a cold snowy winter morning, Sandra has traveled for 20 minutes to come to Julia’s house to help her to get up and get ready for her work day.
This is a true story, it didn’t happen to a friend’s friend of mine, this is my story. My name is not Julia nor is my assistant ‘s name Sandra, but this relationship is real. My assistant comes to help me at this crazy hour every week day in-order for me to get to work by 7:00am. Living with a disability is hard, but she makes it bearable.
Many people living with disability rely on reliable assistants like “Sandra” to help them to live a full life and become a productive member of the society.
On behalf of all the people living with a disability, to the dedicated reliable assistants… Thank you!