I recall smiling at her as I stood near her mom's cart in the grocery store. The precious little girl was staring at me. I smiled and sent her a little wave. Instead of getting a smile in return, I saw her face dissolve into fear and she started crying to her mom as she pointed at me like I was some kind of monster. I can't remember a time when I felt the desire to flea the scene as much as I did at that moment.
The word "disability" is just a label. It has nothing to do with who I am now or who I will be. Focusing less on my disability and more time on my love of writing, I am taking charge of what I will become. Perhaps one day I will be labeled a New York Times Bestseller. Time will tell.