As if winning the lottery, I had surging power as there was a time I felt like all eyes were on me… everyone was really nice. Kind of creepy- nice, you know?

14 years later, the stares have lessoned as I walk down the street with this gangster limp. The community is getting used to me.. or maybe just assume I’m a drunk who’s just harmless *hahaha*

Since 2011, as soon as the words “I had a brain tumour” leave my lips, I’ve got your undivided attention. If I add after surgery, I had to learn to walk again, I’m called ‘inspiring’. In addition, the type is only a 2% rarity, AND only 7 people in the WORLD had it disseminate down my spine and slowly started to grow (cue the next words, “Wow!” or “holy crap!”). I know. I know.

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(Confused punishment: when being treated poorly based on false assumptions). The ‘confused punishment’ I’ve gotten over the years have simmered. It used to bother me, ‘Hey, this limp does not mean I’ve been drinking, so stop with the dirty looks and staring! Piss off!!’  But now? I welcome it. It’s just a quick telltale who I won’t be wasting my time with.

Life isn’t happening TO you- it’s happening FOR you.

It took me years to chisel my inner peace; to know that no matter what, everything is going to be ok…. “‘Cause every little thing, is gonna be alright” (cue Bob Marley’s song “3 Little Birds”.

But the brain tumour was a gift. My disability was instantly turned into a powerful ability to have a bigger impact! I wouldn’t have been able to write a book, raise thousands of dollars for charity, OH! and be the keynote for the Activity Professionals of Canada convention! (see more. under ‘Standing back up’.