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My mother, Diane Johnson Barnett, wrote the poem that you read. She is the strongest person I know. As you get further into this book, you will begin to further understand that statement. In order to completely understand and appreciate the words of this poem, you must know its inspiration. In order to know its inspiration, you as a reader, please allow me to take you on a trip. For this trip, you will not need an airplane ticket, train ticket, or automobile ticket. All you need for this trip is an imagination, open mind, and an open heart. I guess the best way for me to kick this story off is to begin at the beginning, and the beginning is the day I was born. Saturday, February 16, 1980, 5:30 a.m., Saginaw General hospital located in Saginaw, Michigan. Let me just stop and say that I am the kind of person that believes that God writes our life stories before we are even born. Now let us run it back to the story. When I was born, it was into a family of hard workers who were and still are full of love. I mean that they would have to be in order to deal with a character like me in a situation that was about to occur six short years later. (More of this later.) Trust me, it all will make sense as we go deeper. Before I continue to tell this story, I hope everyone will be able to draw something. Allow me to formerly introduce myself. My name is Larry Barnett Jr. I am twenty-five years old and a student of Delta College. I am paralyzed from my neck down. I have been for the past nineteen, almost twenty, years. All the words you have read so far are about me. Yes, it is true I was born 2-16-80. My parents, Diane and Larry Barnett Sr., they had a perfectly normal child with the full ability to run, jump, flip, and fight. Yes, I said fight! Some would call me bad. Some other people would call me active. Some would even say hyperactive. However, I prefer to call it “creative.” I told you earlier that my mom is the strongest person I know. Here why I say what I say. My mother told me before she was pregnant with me how she would pray to God and ask him to give her a child she could love. Believe me, she has enough love to fill ten football fields. The reason why I make this statement is that no matter what I have dealt with in my life, she always had my back. Even when I felt everything around me was falling apart, she was always there when the dust settled. Back to my childhood, the first six years of my life was perfectly normal. I was able to take family vacations to places like Mississippi, Florida, Alabama, and Louisiana. I must admit that I was still able to do some traveling after my life changed. I went to places like Cedar Point amusement park in Ohio. I was able to go to wrestle Mania IV in Indiana. However, none of these above trips would compare to the involuntary trip that I would take last June 19, 1986. Thursday, June 19, 1986, the day in my life that I know I’ll never forget because this is the day that I will be forced to leave everything that I know and love. God knows how long, but my life after actually began to take a frightening turn. Two months and nine days before this. From the day that I was born in 1980 until Friday, April 25, 1986, I had a normal childhood. On this day, everything for me almost ended. By this time, I was over half of my kindergarten years in school. I was attending a school called St. Stephens. Just for the record, I dislike everything about this particular school, mainly those stupid blue uniforms that had to be worn daily. Nevertheless, I am getting too far up the track. By this time in my life, my mother and I had a pretty good routine. In fact, it went like this: I would attend school from noon until 3:30 p.m. After school, my mom would pick me up and take me to my Aunt Gloria Jean and Aunt Azailean’s house until it was time for her to get home from work. However, this day, we would have to break from our routine. My mother told me that th