Every time I lock my left knee, every time I flex my left foot, every time I rotate my left leg, it takes me time and effort. Contrariwise, every time I lift my right leg, flex my right foot, or rotate my right leg, I do it effortlessly, practically without a thought.
Every time I do my exercises, I’m faced with the differences between my legs; with the magnitude of the obstacle standing before me. Every time I do my exercises, I’m reminded of the differences I found after my injury – I couldn’t wiggle my left toes, I couldn’t flex my left foot, and I couldn’t lift my left leg, all things I could easily do with my right limb. Every time I do my exercises I’m filled with anger and frustration toward chance; toward the cards I was dealt with. And there’s nothing to do but to continue doing my exercises with a smile.