I was born on July 11th, 1993 in Madrid, Spain with a small (or not so small, as my parents thought at that time) “problem”: several leg deformities. I was missing my right femur and knee, meaning that my right leg was (and is) very short, and my left leg had several malformations for which I later required surgery.
Years later my parents told me that they had never had any experience with anyone with a physical disability and that their first reaction was one of disbelief and fear. At that time, their main worry was whether I would be able to have a relatively normal life.
They were completely unaware, like everyone else, that we would have to thank my disability for many successful and joyful moments in my life.