It is critical I keep my stress levels low to keep my condition from worsening. Kung fu, a largely spiritual practice, has been a key part of my recovery, as it promotes peace of mind and discipline.
I used to beg for work, but my new skills give me courage and satisfaction with my life. I enjoy what I do—my hands are my instrument.
We didn’t walk far when he stopped, sat down on the ground, and complained about his stomach again. I went from skeptical to worried in a second; he had never stopped me like this before.
I wanted to spread the word about what we had found on our tandem bicycle. I wanted to share our newfound connection, my son's confidence, this inclusive sport that welcomed all, regardless of disability. Thus, Empujando Límites (Pushing Limits) was born.
Before Emiliano was born, I used cannabis recreationally. No more, no less. Who would have thought that it would change my son's life and, therefore, mine?
With many of the initial COVID-19 cases, patients did not receive humane treatment because panic and dread took over. One can judge and say the medical teams involved are bad, neglectful people; however, fear blinded them.
Although the goal was to pass the law, what Melina really requested and what this law honors is the humanization of medicine. That was all that my daughter thought while she was dying and going through those painful treatments. Melina inspires me still. Every March 1, I am the one who says, "Many people, thanks to you, today can choose how to leave this world."
I silently prayed, waiting in fear for whatever was about to happen. A few minutes later, I felt a sharp pain in my genital area as my flesh was cut off. They gave me no painkillers or anesthesia as they cut; the pain overwhelmed me, and I lost all my strength.
I started putting music to the words that Pablo typed out. The result was beautiful songs. Comfort and relief flooded my heart, now that I knew we had a way of understanding each other. Every moment we were together, the music never ceased.
When my dad died, the burden of proof was on the individual; it didn’t matter that four firefighters all died off the same thing at the same time. My mom was raising four kids and didn’t have the means or ability to fight the city. “He got cancer,” I always thought, “just like the city said.”
To leave when Afghanistan needs more help than ever would have been a real betrayal. If I had also left, who would stay?
I’ve faced discrimination from a very young age due to how I look, and I know it will continue. But the more hours I spent on stage, the better I felt. Comedy helps me heal.