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4 Ways I've Built a Better Life With Cerebral Palsy

Hard thick plastic encompasses the whole of my lower leg. Vibrant red Velcro straps hold my leg in its sturdy grasp. Stiff but safe steps I walk. Heat radiates from my skin inside my trusty friend the brace. Shoes groan in pain when they stretch to let my plastic foot in, only to be smashed in return. The best and worst friend would hold my body prisoner for the day. The moment that air would caress my sweating skin outside the brace was no doubt one of the most exhilarating freedoms I saw in those times. I stumbled around like a calf just learning how to walk with weak, unused muscles. The clock chimed 12, and time would escort my brace arm in arm to me in the morning.

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