But its not funny. Not to people who've been told they're losers their whole lives and believe they will never be anything else.

Why couldn't I have a fatal disease? It'd be so much easier.

What can happen in a few minutes changes you forever.

This is my vision-what I imagine I'll pass through on my way to the light. The blue sky, the clouds, the rays of light.

I got singled out. I don't know why. Why do people always target me? Is it because I'm short and they figure I can't fight back? They're right, I can't, but it's not because I'm vertically challenged.

How does he do it? Live. With the fear of death every day. I don't fear death as much as I fear the thought of living.

But she never just accepted me for the way I was.