Essay for the Ms. Wheelchair Utah Pageant

In the summer of 1991 I became disabled. My leg was mangled beyond recognition and doctors had, in no uncertain words, proclaimed; that I would live my life as an invalid not able to take care of myself. At first I believed them, but eventually my tenacious spirit could not be held back by depression and the medical opinions of human beings. I decided that what counted in my life was what God and I thought was possible.

I wanted to be a good example for my children and show them that they can persevere no matter the trials that come your way. So I stepped out on faith and went back to college. I was scared, but I knew I had to do this for me and my kids. My friends and family encouraged me. Though like me they were wondering if this really was something I could handle, mentally and/or physically.

Determination became my constant companion. If I was told I could not accomplish something, that it was impossible, this just made me set my mind to succeed just a little bit more each time. It was a struggle. I had to go out of my comfort zone to ask for help and give some in return. I proved to professors, students and myself alike that different-abled people are intelligent, that they can and do contribute to their communities. I graduated with a 3.5 grade point average and WALKED for my diploma with the help of my son. Then I took a wonderful job that was offered to me right away as a counselor at The Boys and Girls Club. It was my dream job, because I was allowed to teach and model for kids, especially some underprivileged kids, what had by then become my motto: No matter the obstacles life puts in your way, YOU can accomplish anything you set your mind to do, with perseverance, family and God! These children became part of my heart.

I then became so ill my leg was amputated and once again, I was told I’d never be able to care for myself. I was placed in a nursing home for two and a half years. I did my best to stay positive and am now living independently. I help my daughter by taking care of her two kids, my grand kids, so she can work and provide for them.

All this has helped me to realize that; I’m not disabled. I’m diff-abled! Meaning different-abled or doing things in a different way than most people. I also found a new and better me in the process. Someone who is unafraid to try new and unusual things. Someone more excepting. Someone more loving. Someone I could be proud of. Mostly someone my children and grandchildren could be proud of!

The Lord is my strength and my song;
Exodus 15:2


I am blessed
Merrym Dawn Mathis Bruce