Cousin Casey and I always lived life to the fullest. I remember us sneaking off into a pasture to catch horses to ride. Casey got bucked off and his mom gave us quite the yelling. While on vacation, we invented a new game called tackleball and played for hours. As we grew older, the horse riding and tackleball that left us feeling carefree lived in the past. We had careers and responsibilities.
Casey’s world came crashing down one morning when the building he was demolishing collapsed on him. In the end, he lost his legs.
Casey doesn’t let a wheelchair stop him from living. His body might be in a prison, but his mind keeps him going. He even vows to wakeboard again. Knowing the carefree spirit from my childhood, I believe he will.
Casey has shown me that independence isn’t just living, it’s a state of mind.