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On the Importance of Support Systems

Tonight as my aide was getting ready to leave, she reiterated to me how impressed she was with how well I do and how accomplished I am. Honestly, I've heard that all of my life, but a lot lately, and usually I just shrug it off. I don't try to be that person. And sometimes, as silly as it sounds, I tire of being praised. I just do what I've always done, what my parents expect of me, what I want to do.

I strive to never give up, to always laugh, and to keep trying until I succeed. I improvise, I compensate, and utilize resources.

I depend on people to listen. I know my limitations and know when to ask for help. I ensure that my disability isn't going to be the reason I can't do something. If I struggle with something, it's likely a result of CP, but it will never be an excuse to not do it.

I have and have had a great support system. Parents who love and push me. Sisters who help me, even when they may not want to. Family who love me no matter what. Teachers who didn't let me off easy and who spent hours going over the very basics. Mentors who guide me and listen on a regular basis. Friends who listen, cry, and laugh with me. Supervisors who are patient with me.

The truth is, yes, I have achieved a lot in my 27 years. Because of my life experiences, I believe I have been wired with some incredible innate characteristics and abilities: things that aren't easily taught, they're just a big part of the person I am today. However, I owe all of my success to my Heavenly Father, for without Him, I am nothing. He has blessed me in this thing we call life. He has placed incredible people in and around me during each stage so I could achieve even the simplest of tasks or dreams.

I am convinced that my success would be very little if not for God and the people He has blessed me with. Support systems can make a huge difference in an individuals life: at home, at school, at work. Let's always strive to be a part of someone's support system- it can be the difference between success and failure.

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