She lost her legs when she was still a child — a moment that could have defined her life in sadness, limitation, or fear. But her grandfather refused to let her spirit break. Every morning, he gently sat her on a large rubber ball, holding her hands while she learned to balance, wobble, fall, and rise again. Step by step, push by push, he helped her use that ball as her first pair of “legs,” teaching her how to move forward in a world that wasn’t built with her in mind.
To her, it felt like a simple game at first — bouncing, sliding, learning how to shift her weight. She never imagined that these early lessons in balance would become lessons in determination. She never guessed that the man who quietly believed in her would plant the seeds of a future far greater than either of them could see.
With time, she didn’t just learn to move. She learned to live without apology. She grew stronger, confident, unstoppable. She discovered passions, chased goals, shattered expectations, and built a life defined not by loss, but by courage.
She once thought her grandfather’s ball was just a toy.
Now she knows — it was her beginning.
