Me.

I am passionate! I am strong! I am a trailblazer! Many look up to me. I am rich. I am sporty. I am winner. I am successful. I am famous!

I have a beautiful, model girlfriend. We look good together.

I was born disabled, with no lower leg limbs, my parents, made the right decision, to have my lower limbs removed just below my knees, so that I would be able to wear false limbs. With these limbs, they did not hinder me.

Things progressed from there, and I had better updated limbs, these blades, did not look like limbs at all, and they gave me a spring in my step, excuse the pun! The other runners did not like this, as it made me faster than them. I appealed of course.

I have lots of sponsors, lots of money, lots of nice things. I have a beautiful, gated home, so that we are very safe and secure.

We had valentine’s day. Later that night, I heard someone in the bathroom, everything happened SO fast, I live in a dangerous country, I got my gun my adrenaline was high it was fight- or-flight.