RSS Feed

Show Your Mettle!

Show Your Mettle!

The last Saturday in April is “Show Your Mettle” Day.  It is a day set aside to encourage amputees to show their devices like wheelchairs and prosthetics.

I was 4 years old before I took my first steps. I was 4 years old when I got my first pair of legs.  My grandmother wanted me to be just like everyone else, as much as I could be.  She wanted me to walk and well, she wanted me to just not be so disabled.

Over the next few years I would get my legs replaced.  I had the best “leg technician” (I know that’s not what it’s called, but it’s what I called it) ever.  His name was Andrew and he works at JK Prosthetics and Orthotics. My grandmother absolutely loved him! I absolutely loved him. I may or may not have had a small, tiny, long-term crush on Andy.  Andy gave me my first and my last pair of legs.  I specifically remember Andy would design my legs to look like real ones, toes included.  I always painted where I thought the nails would be. I always got in trouble.  My point is that I had these legs so I could fit in.

So I said that my grandmother wanted me to be less disabled.  She didn’t want the kids at school to stare at me or make fun of me.  This persisted even when I was in college.  She would give me blankets to throw over my legs when I used my wheelchair.  Hide them. Cover up.  Don’t let my nubs show.  When I did wear my legs I had to always where pants because they’d show.  She wasn’t embarrassed.  She just wanted me to be like everyone else.  I can dig that!

But here’s the thing: I didn’t care! I welcome the stares. I welcome the questions. I want you to see my metal.  My metal is how I get around.  My metal legs covered in “brown skin” is how I walked the hallways of K-12.  My metal wheels, now complete with a motor, is how I gained more independence.  I chose to use my wheelchair fulltime when I got to college because, it was easier (go figure) and I wanted people to see me as I was.  Take me as I am. I did not want to go another 4 years trying to explain what that weird bar near my back was or why my foot was able to turn backwards (the screw was loose). I just didn’t wanna! It was then that I began to embrace me as me.

It was then the world could begin to embrace me as me.

If you are an amputee, then realize that is a part of who you are! Even walking of metal legs I still had a point in school (5th grade) when I got teased…and not even because of my legs!!  We were born without limbs or had them removed. But then, we became bionic men and women. We became shatterproof!


I only borrowed the board. I ain’t about that life

I am not afraid to show my mettle!  Will you show me yours?


One response »

  1. Pingback: Ready To Stand | Four Wheel Workout

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: