A Childhood Memory Talking about my earliest days as a child is very hard for me. As I have stated in my previous blog entries (I was born in Belarus Russia, where I lived in a terribly impoverished orphanage. And I am a 2nd generation Chernobyl child victim). I know I have lived there from birth to about 5 years old. However, I believe that, with God's help, I have managed to keep a vivid record of my memories. I have had a memory or two of when I was 3 years old (no joke!). Alot of people don't believe me when I say that, (sometimes I don't even believe that I could have remembered that far back in my #life). But like I said, God has helped me and granted my wish to always remember my past. So, sorry for the long "introduction/disclaimer" but here is one of my most earliest (and most favored) childhood memory. I remember it was early evening. The other orphans and I had finished eating what ever food we were lucky to have. I remember, feeling "stuffed" (in my opinion at least), because it had been a while sence I would actually have been sent to bed with food in my stomatch. An older women had yeld and commanded the orphans to go to bed... but sourly looked at me and said "You! Stay right where you are." I don't remember being scared though, I was very confused though (and so were the other orphans). But, I did as I was told, and I stayed. I don't really know how long I had waited but, but I do know that I was really bored of waiting.... To be continued....

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LOCKTON COMPANIES, INC. COURAGE AWARD At just 13, 4ftBloggr has overcome more obstacles than many encounter in a #lifetime. And she's still smiling. As a second generation Chernobyl child, 4ftBloggr was born with significant physical deformities to each of her extremities and spent her first five years lying in a Belarus orphanage. A true miracle, doctors don't even know how she walks … but she does that and more. Adopted by an American family in 1999, 4ftBloggr didn’t take long to put her mark on the U.S. Attending her brother's soccer games, she wasn’t content to sit in the stands. She continually told her parents about her dream: to play soccer, wear soccer shoes, and hear everyone cheering for her on the sidelines: Impossible? Not to 4ftBloggr. Over time, her legs became stronger, and with the encouragement of a neighbor — who just happened to be a Special Olympics Coach — she signed up for Special Olympics soccer. There’s been no turning back since. 4ftBloggr also participated in cheerleading, swimming, bowling, and even tackled the Polar Bear Plunge, a Special Olympics fundraiser that entails bravely diving into a frozen lake. With a sparkle in her eye and a magnetic smile, 4ftBloggr inspires others to be all they can be. “Love yourself and quit complaining about the body you don’t have,” she says. “Accept what you do have. Don’t try to be something you’re not.” With that in mind, 4ftBloggr now has the soccer shoes … and an entire cheering squad behind her. “I felt like a normal kid when I first got on that soccer field. I still do.”

To All Victims Of Bullying Dear Victim, You are beautiful! you are stunning and lovable. You are honest and true!…. and haters are not! They are jealous, mean, insecure, and cowards for picking on you. But know this, EVERYONE is a victim. YOU ARE NOT ALONE! But no matter what, always hold your head up high! Be strong! Because one thing haters LOVE…. is when you believe what they “claim” you are. Freshmen year of middle school i was diagnosed with #depression, insomnia, and anxiety disorder (because i allowed people to bully me). The insomnia portion of my diagnoses was from staying up all night thinking about EVERY… SINGLE… HURTFUL… thing some bully said or did to me and how i “deserved” to be treated like that. So every sleepless night, every little negative thing i went through each day started adding up. Which soon led me into not wanting to take care of my self by not eating, exercising, surrounding myself with people that loved me and supported me. Which then led to me wondering…. “should i let myself live?” I knew if i kept up the lack of eating, sleeping and drinking i could just slowly… die. THANKFULLY! i had amazing parents that caught on to what i was trying to do. They sent me to great doctors, a wonderful councilor, and going on anti depressants, i was nursed back to health. And after that, i realized 1 thing, all the things bullies had said to me had NOTHING to do with ME lol. They ALL said i was ugly, fat, stupid, and a "pimple freak” (cause of my uncontrollable acne at the time). They NEVER ONCE pointed out how i was missing a limb, or made fun of me being a dwarf. People will just be mean 2 you… and it will have NOTHING to do with who you are as a person! So let them do there thing…. cause they will never change. I hope that helped stay beautiful and stay strong

This I Believe #disabilityaware This i believe, your very weakness in #life, that mountain you can't climb, can be you BIGGEST strength! I didn't ask to be born with only 1 arm (my right one) and 2 fingers & only being 4ft tall... it just happened.I didn't ask for me to be born in one of the poorest countries, (Minsk, Belarus Russia), and to live in an orphanage with out hardly being fed any food and water, no heating or pluming, and only being aloud to go to the restroom 3 times a day (4 if we were lucky).... it just happened. In 1986, when my birth parents were children an event called Chernobyl occurred. To make this short, Chernobyl was basically one of the worst nuclear disasters in all that hit all of the Ukraine. A Factory in Russia basically mouth functioned causing radiation to flow thousands of miles. Obviously my birth mom and dad were both exposed to the radiation. So when I was born, I was given “second generation Chernobyl” birth defects. So that’s why I only have 1 arm (my right arm) and two fingers and 4feet tall. I’m still pretty mad about the people who ran that factory. There have been times were I thought I was a mistake made by a “man made” accident. So why would I be thankful for my disability? After all it wasn’t my fault. Well, I don’t think I would be who I am if I didn’t have my disabilities. I wouldn’t be sent to America to get medical help. I wouldn’t be taught at one of the best high schools. There are a lot of things I wished could have happened. Like no nuclear accident, no disability, and no orphanage. But ironically if those things didn’t happen I wouldn’t be as happy as I am now. I would still be living in a poor country. My birth parents wouldn’t be able to provide for me no matter how much they loved me. It wouldn’t be a great place to live. Is a disability so important that you are willing to give up the #life you have now? It’s not to me. And yes, it’s hard to except myself some times when our society tells us we need to look perfect. Well to bad for those advertisers on TV, magazine, radio, exc. I could really careless! These events has made me much stronger then I could ever be! I don’t think I would be as good of a problem solver as I am. With only one arm you can only do so much. I also have learned not to judge someone by there cover. I have a different out look on #life (most days). Like I said I wouldn’t be who I am today if I wasn’t disabled. #life maybe unfair but its how you deal with the situation can determine who you are as a person. This I believe!