My story started the day I was born (1948, the dark ages of Medicine). I was blessed with bi-lateral Club Feet. At the ripe age of 17 days old my Mother had me into the Orthopedic Children Hospital in LA.
The Doctor gave my Mother a long and winded explanation of how it happened and went on and on. I got tired and went to sleep according to my Mother. She finally ask three questions, #1 What will my son's future be if you do nothing. Answer, a wheel chair for life. #2 What will my son's future be if you do all of the experimental surgeries on him and they fail. Answer, a wheel chair for life. # 3 What will my son's future be if your experimental surgeries are successful. Answer, we do not know, never been done before. May be able to walk with crutches or even with just braces on his legs. Well, my Mother asked one question, why are you not already working on him.
Fast forward 18 years.
30 plus surgeries and many hard times for my Mom and new Father.
I was playing tennis at college and rushed the net and broke something in my ankles, I gained 50 pounds and reacted poorly to all the NEW medicines. They brought in my old doctor to consult. He asked me how I broke the wire sutures that held my ankles together. I told him the story about the tennis game. He had this look of pure horror on his face. He asked what else I have been doing for the last 5 years to my feet. Told him I was the captain of the tennis team in High School, Right guard in the marching band and played baseball when ever I could. Dr. Edkins, the doctor that transformed my feet in to two wonderful appendages looked at my mother and said in a very loud voice, "Margaret, why was Carl playing tennis and doing things like marching band". My Mothers answer changed my life. Well Dr., I never told him he was crippled, I guess I just never got around to telling him he was not normal.
If you look below, you will see my life's motto.