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