Essay 1
Six years ago I was born with one of the rarest autoimmune disorders in the world. Idiopathic Inflammatory Myopathy is found in 2 to 8 cases per million people each year, and I was one of those cases (¨Idiopathic Inflammatory Myopathy¨). Until recently, I was never aware that I have been living with this disorder that mistakenly attacks my healthy body tissues and muscles. My mommy always wondered why I complained about my legs and back hurting all the time. Visit, after visit, after visit, Doctors still could not explain it either... until one day. It was a Friday morning and I remember it so well because I had a pageant the next day. I woke up and was going downstairs to meet the rest of my family for breakfast. As I walked off of…show more content… Knowing that I am going to be able to do all of the simplest tasks that normal six year olds can do without even thinking twice on how to do it. I will wake up to my mom kissing my forehead, like she does every morning, and I will begin to stretch. Painlessly, I would extend my arms and legs as far apart as I could until I felt every muscle in my body working, and I will enjoy the little sting that you feel from having sore muscles. I would run down the stairs, give my little brother a good morning kiss, and go sit at the breakfast table patiently waiting for my chocolate chip, shaped like Minnie Mouse pancakes. Once we all finished our plates, I would ask my mom, or dad if she says no, if we could go to the park and play. Getting in the car and strapping myself in will be so easy considering I will not have to rely on my parents to strap me in for five to ten minutes to make sure my wheelchair will not move when we drive over a speed bump or pothole. After we arrive to the park, I will run to the trunk of the car showing how eager I am to learn how to ride my bike. My dad would be running by my side helping me to keep my balance until my confidence grew enough to ride it on my own. By the time we came back to the house, I would start to hear one of the most popular songs being played around my neighborhood. It would be the Ice Cream truck! I could run outside so fast that I would be the first person in line…show more content… I will wake up, look down at my legs, and see that once again I can feel myself moving them up and down. I should start the day by going to my dance studio that I have been at for three years now and I would be in a ballet dance class. I also would take tap and jazz but each dance style has a specific day to go to. Like usual, all of my friends would be right there with me as we all were being told to get into a straight line at the barre. I would feel every muscle and every joint working together to contract, extend my leg out, and point my five toes forward to prepare to go into fifth position. My life would feel complete. I should be able to dance freely without being strapped down to my own personal vehicle like a crazy person in a mental hospital. I will express myself once again without saying one word. I knew that everytime I would finish dancing my family would be there supporting me. I should run off of the stage and straight to my dad to jump into his wide open arms, like every daddy’s little girl should do. Then, my life would be
