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from my heart. What do I know about writing, I am not a writer? This is the story that was playing out in my head for many years. Someone told me I should not write as I came across sounding stupid… I took that to heart and By Susan Binnie decided that I was not good at it. Little did I know that it was more about the power it gave me, and she felt threatened. It was the story she was telling herself all along. She needed me to stop looking better than her, so she created a story to tell me and I believed it.
If you do something that feeds your soul and know you are good at it, you should never let anyone tell you that you can’t… The more you do things the better you get at them. Quite often the more you feel you can’t, is exactly why you should… Overcoming obstacles is a part of life… A part of your story. The story that allows you to be who you truly are! The story of speaking from stage and knowing I
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could write all happened in the past six years. I have overcome many obstacles in my life. The biggest one has turned into the best story of my life. A story that has shaped me into who I was meant to be. In life, quite often our mess becomes our message. This part of my message is called hope.
Hope has had the biggest impact on my life! As I thought about writing this article, I asked my husband “when you think about impact, and you think about me, which story would be the best to share?” his response, “all of them, when you tell your stories you always have impact on someone” … When he said that it got me thinking. Thinking about my daughter. If it were not for her and all she has overcome, all we have overcome together, I likely would not be doing the work I am doing. It would not be about what YOU can do, what YOU will do to get there, and who YOU are... My daughter Angela was born premature and the day I was supposed to take her home from the hospital I found out she had hydrocephalus, water on the brain and she needed surgery. This is when all the cants’ started to be put into her world and at the same time, I knew we needed to take them out. The journey began and so did her independence. Years later when Angela was 15 her Neurosurgeon said to me,
