When the pandemic started, it felt like everyone was hiding behind their face masks, hiding from me.
My heart was jumping out of my chest, I saw that what I dreamed of being — a professional soccer player — was possible
I started to imagine what I was going to do when I arrived. I wanted to wear the Argentine flag, get off my bike, and try to stand with my poles up.
Sight-impaired sculptor draws insight from creative outlet.
I was diagnosed with bipolar disorder after spending almost a week on the brink of a psychotic break following a holotropic breathing workshop.
During a medical exam, the nurse hit his head against a medical device. He fainted, and doctors immediately took him to intensive care.
Instead of hiding, I've been empowered to show my face and my natural body every time I present a collection.
Many think that disability is the end of everything when in reality, it is the other way around: it is the beginning of something better.
My world was mostly darkness until the emergence of cricket, a sport that gave me social value and a sense of identity as a part of society.
Doctors said I would likely die as a newborn, yet 37 years have passed since that grim diagnosis.
My hand movements are slow and jerky, but I DJ using my feet. I do everything from selecting songs to mixing and scratching on the decks.
My goal is to lay a foundation for the Paralympic sport in Colombia in 2027.