My Life After Spinal Surgery

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The engine of the rickety ferry rumbled as we plowed through the sparkling cobalt water. It was a scorching August mid-morning, one of those summer days you had to be by the water, if not in it. My family and I were on the ferry to Block Island. The engine rumbled again and I felt the steady vibration rise through my spine. I sat up straighter to prevent the direct connection of the engine's oscillation from flowing through my seat to my back. My mother looked over nervously.

"Are you all right, honey?" she asked.

"I'm fine, Mom, really."

"I knew we shouldn't have taken you on the ferry only two months after the surgery," she remarked, using her windbreaker to cushion my aching back. I laid against it and quickly lost myself in thoughts of the beautiful summer day that stretched ahead of me. I wasn't allowed to swim yet, but I could sure shop. I smiled contentedly.

All of a sudden I felt someone looking at me. I glanced up to see a girl about my age staring intently at me. I quickly looked down again. What is she thinking? I wondered. She is judging me by my appearance.

No, I told myself fiercely. She couldn't be that cruel. I gazed back into the green eyes staring in my direction. Yes, I could read her perfectly. She was trying to figure out what the repulsive white brace that encompassed my torso was for. You would have acted the same way if you were her, remember? I told myself reluctantly. Remember?

In the beginning of seventh grade I was your average happy-go-lucky preteen. I had a positive self-image, was in with the "popular" crowd, and had a boyfriend. I must admit I was a follower, but content in being so. I followed all the fads...

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...hen I had my brace.

Instead of being bitter about the whole thing, I try to look at it another way. Because of my experience, now I try to include everyone and reach out to others no matter what they look like. Also, I now believe that, with the right attitude, you can overcome anything. I have developed more of a "I don't care what you think of me" attitude and can now officially categorize myself as a leader.

I know who I am now, and appearance has nothing to do with it, although I am happy I can wear the shirts I like again. I am planning on joining the swim team even though the suit reveals the one-inch-thick scar that runs down my back. I am beyond the point of caring because I have come to terms with my physical flaw. When the going gets tough, the tough don't get going. No, they buckle up their armor and face the world.

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