I'm typing this right now with one hand. When I was 4 months old, mom and dad left me with a babysitter. She was someone they trusted, but when I started crying she shook me until I was unconscious. She later said she didn't mean to do it. She said she didn't think she did it too hard. But I was a little baby and it was too late.
 
She called 911, but my brain was already bleeding. Doctors operated for five hours, and told my parents I'd be brain-dead.

But here I am... I'm a normal human being but the only thing is I can't use my right hand (among some other things). I've learned to do everything with my left hand.  I've adapted. I survived and I'm doing well. I'm alive and I'm so thankful.

A few years ago, I met a mother whose son had also been shaken by a caretaker. She told me how she'd felt alone. Her son was also partially paralyzed. Meeting me and seeing that I was doing OK made her happy. She took me to introduce her son. He was happy to meet "the lady who's like me."

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My goal is to build more relationships like these.

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Let's build a beautiful community.

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Mindy