Please cut and paste the following to page 280, between paragraphs 4 & 5.So here I am, one of the oldest survivors of OI. I used to think of my legs as ugly and a source embarrassment. Now they are a sign of strength, my battle scars of life. My legs and I have been through so much together. But things could always be worse. And we are still here, my legs not merely a symbol of pain anymore.
My faith has grown stronger with time. There is a reason why I'm still alive, a reason why Social Work chose me, a reason why helping others in need was my calling in life. Doing the work of Jesus was the reason all along. It just took me a long time to figure it out.
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