Shake Rattle and a Cinnamon Roll

Who would have thought at 2:18 AM. on November 24 1953 I wouldn''''t be a normal bouncing baby girl? I''''m a published poet yet never used an ink pen. I love to dance but not on my feet. I''''ve faced my fair share of adversity yet am still going strong. If doctors institutionalized me as if I was a snag in a silk blouse I would never be a finalist in the Miss Wheelchair of Ohio pageant in 1978. If it wasn''''t for that snowy night I wouldn''''t be here sharing of my triumphs with the anguish of saying good-byes. Never judge my book by its cover. Come see what you''''ve been missing all your life.