Dear Reader,If you’ve made it this far, thank you. I never imagined my story would find its way into your hands, much less that you’d take the time to read it. Writing this book has been one of the hardest and most cathartic things I’ve ever done. Reliving some of the moments I’d rather forget, capturing the ones I cherish, and stitching them together into a cohesive narrative felt like trying to explain chaos. And yet, here we are—at the end. Or maybe, the beginning.The truth is, I never set out to inspire anyone. Most days, I’m still trying to inspire myself. But if there’s one thing I’ve learned through the relentless, messy chaos of life, it’s this: you are always capable of more than you think.When I lost my arm, I thought I’d lost everything. My independence. My confidence. My worth. In those early days, I became a stranger to myself—less a person and more a collection of broken pieces, each too sharp to hold. People will tell you to “stay strong” during times like that, but stre...
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