I was born on February 7, 1990 to two, loving parents who didn’t have a clue about what they were getting themselves into. They were sweet. They were young. They were naive. Despite all those things, however, they were in love and it was love that gave them strength when it seemed strength would be all to absent in their lives.
I was born with a rare condition that affected my liver quite negatively. Due to this defect, I had to undergo a major operation less than one month after birth. It was following this procedure that the surgeon spoke with my parents and gave me a grim outlook on life. He said, “If Billy survives this, he’ll be faced with three things: stunted growth, lactose intolerance, and mental disability.”
To set the record straight, I am 5’11” which is average-to-high for the men in my family. I could eat ice cream by the barrel if, one, it was socially acceptable to do so and, two, it wouldn’t undo all the hard work I have put in toward become a happy, healthy person.
Oh … wait … didn’t I skip one?! Oh well … I’ll leave you to decide about the third warning.
Following all this, I became a standard-bearer of success for the operation and Children’s Hospital. I was the photo-boy they enjoyed displaying as a target for the operations of thousands to follow me. I was a beacon of hope to thousands.
My life was a good one. Successes, failures, they were all the same to me … one right after the other, leading all the way to 2018 … writing you.
Sure, I skipped some details of my life along the way, but there wouldn’t be much to read if I told you EVERYTHING, now would there?!
I didn’t think so.
Keep looking for my blog tomorrow, detailing what you’ll find here and how you can live your best life … every. single. day.