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.
Now that I’ve walked this path myself, I understand that disability and inclusion must go hand in hand. I fight every day, through sport, for a society that demystifies disability in order to break down labels and to live together in a more diverse and accepting world.
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.
I have been running for more than 22 years, and in that time, I have learned that life does not end when you lose one sense. On the contrary, you develop and hother skills and abilities.
For me, athletics aren’t an emotional experience. I don't keep my trophies or medals or study running history; I'm not one to watch races or read too much about it. I run to support my family—that has always been my goal.
Since I cannot hear, I only saw that the judge came over and put the medal on me. I didn't know what place it was; I almost didn’t want to see it. When I finally realized it was the gold medal, it was incredible to me. I didn’t believe it—I was afraid that I was somehow not understanding. Finally, I was sure that I had won; at that instant, I was overwhelmed by an emotion that I still cannot explain.
Rider Sisters has become a social responsibility. It shows the wonders women can accomplish together. As female skaters, we share a path, and we are opening opportunities for other women.
Before starting the match, I could not hold in my tears. My parents were in attendance, watching that little boy who left home return as a man. I fulfilled my dream, and this is just the beginning.
Standing on top of the podium with the gold medal around my neck and the national flag of India raised above me, goosebumps covered my arms and tears stood in my eyes.
I was the only point of contact for the girls and their families. Hope was hard to come by, but I couldn’t leave my sisters behind.
When the bomb exploded, I went numb and lost consciousness.
Grievously injured, I suffered heavy blood loss and cardiac arrest during transport. Doctors declared me dead on arrival, but I survived.
One night, we all slept hungry, and I came home the next day to find my mother crying. It was then that I decided that my hands would change our story, and ventured into boxing for money.