The Beginning
It was Sunday, September 8, 1985. My parents were in Wichita, KS with my grandfather (dad’s dad) that had just had a heart attack. All of my family was over there at the time praying my grandfather would make it through the day. My mom was 32 weeks pregnant and doing pretty well up to that point. ---- A little back story, they had told my parents around 20 weeks that there were abnormalities on the sonogram. They told my parents that I had downs syndrome, I would never talk, never walk and I would be fully dependent on them for my entire life. They even gave them the option of aborting the pregnancy. At that time, my parents had been married for 10 years. They had tried to have a child for so long and there was nothing a doctor nor a sonogram were going to change that. She started having some back aches and some mild contractions, then her water broke. She had everything planned in my hometown of Hutchinson, Kansas. She was not delivering me anywhere el...