I was not about to let my dreams of dancing die, just because I could no longer walk.  Dancing was to much a part of my life for that, so I figured out that I could still dance, but I would be dancing sitting down.  It really didn't matter as long as I was dancing.

I could have let myself fall into the depression after finding out I could no longer walk, but that would have got me no closer to my goal which was of course, dancing again.  I was determined and determination was going to be my key to suceeding.  I was going to dance again, if I had to dance again sitting down, and I was going to let my life be filled with joy not with sorrow.

When I got home from the hospital after a long time of Rehab, and recovery, I got to work on getting my upper body strong enough to support my lower body, so I could dance, with grace and independence.  I wanted the world to see that things had not changed that much, and that if you put your mind to it you could do anything.

I watched other wheelchair dancers, studying there move and their technique, seeing if I could do what they can do.  I wanted to be an inspirtation to others, and I wanted to dance, more than anything I wanted to dance.

And dance I did.

To Be Continued