I was born in the Rotunda hospital in 1932. I was a difficult bir
My mother had 22 children in all, seventeen lived, 4 died in infancy. Leaving thirteen children.
At four months old, my mom noticed that I still couldn't hold my own head up. She brought me to the doctors office. They labeled me as interesting but hopeless.
One night my mother read me a story, she was trying to teach me how to pronounce words and repeat what she says. When the story was over she asked if I enjoyed it ad to give her a sign. I involuntarily pulled her hair and she left the room crying.
One December morning I was in the kitchen with my siblings and my parents. They were writing using yellow chalk.
I was 5 years old when I used that chalk on the ground to write the letter "A" with my left foot. My whole family was silent and in shock.