Ok maybe I should have talked about this earlier, but I would like to talk about my life.
I was born three months early and very sick. After birth, I kept dying and no one really knew what to do. For the first week of my life I had fingermarks and red spots all over my face from the constant CPR. After my parents brought me home a week later, my dad didn't want to have much to do with me. For the first six months I was hooked up to a heart machine, and thanks to sleep apnea I kept on dying in the arms of my mother. I couldn't talk till I was five and I couldn't walk till i was almost eight. Never learning to crawl I just dragged my self around the house screaming.
Now I am seventeen. I still can't talk very good, but for some reason I have an amazing singing voice. I walk pretty good except I'm always falling and stumbling. I no longer have sleep apnea, but instead I have seizures.
In about five years I hope to be a highschool graduate spreading my story of then and now.
