about me 

Height: 5"11   |   Jacket: 38R   |    Shirt: 15/34   |   In Seam: 29.5

Shoes: 11    |   Weight: 150 LBS    |   Eye Color: Brown   |   Hair Color: Black/Brown

The most beautiful people I know are those who have known defeat, known suffering, known struggle, known loss, and have found their way out of the depths. These persons have an appreciation, a sensitivity, and an understanding of life that fills them with compassion, gentleness, and a deep loving concern. Beautiful people do not just happen. 
― by Elisabeth Kübler-Ross

 Cause and age of accident: 

I was born on October 22, 1992 in Philadelphia PA, a healthy and normal boy, until I was involved in a life changing accident at the young age of four years old. While riding an escalator in the SEPTA subway station my right foot became entrapped in the higher machine pit as I ascended towards the exit. In order to save my life, it was required that my right foot had to be amputated. 

 Life as a kid: 

As it is, life is no easy task for anyone. Learning to handle the pressure of surviving and pursuing a regular life after such a tragic accident at the tender age of 4 was anything but easy. During the early years of my life the gravity of my physical affliction didn’t seem so horrible to me at first. I was grateful to be alive and healthy enough to run and play. It wasn’t until I began to get older did I begin to realize that I was different from other kids. Other kids began to recognize it as well. The odd stares from kids made it blatantly obvious that they lacked the understanding necessary to count me as one of their peers. Beyond the stares, I encountered pointing and open discussions regarding why I had only one foot. Interactions such as these, I believe, were driven by both curiosity, and unfortunately, cruelty. Time progressed, but my willingness to communicate with kids my age began to wane. I became withdrawn from my peers believing that their motives for socializing with me were derived from their interest in my handicap or by their pity for me.

Although it took some time, eventually I realized that in order to live out the best version of my life I needed to embrace what made me appear to be different. Slowly, I began to communicate with my peers despite my insecurities with a relentless spirit. Unabashed, I placed my uniqueness out for the world to see. More time passed and my brazened approach towards self-love allowed me to meet more and more new people. It forced me out of my comfort zone and created a remarkable sense of confidence within my character. I happily faced the fact that, physically, I will never change. I was and will always be physically different than others, but it was up to me to decide rather or not to remain embarrassed or to embrace my appearance. That said, the greatest challenge during my recovery was mental. Physically the body heals itself and adjusts to the new circumstances and old ones such as walking and being active. However, the mental portion of my experience required constant persistence, avoiding negative thoughts and eliminating self-doubt all while telling myself, “I am worthy of a normal life despite my disability.”

I must say that throughout this journey I have learned a very valuable lesson. People will treat you the way in which you treat yourself. It wasn’t my physical handicap that was causing my insecurity, it was my paradigm. Be strong, be yourself, embrace your uniqueness and don't allow being different control you..take charge and control it!