Dear Peg Kehret,
As each minute of every hour passed as I read your book, I hoped it would never end. I see myself glued to your book, not being able to look away to do anything else. I was no typical 6th grade girl. I was a 6th grade girl with family issues and needed help. I knew I couldn't keep going to those horrible places where supposedly I was being helped. Though, I felt trapped. But, when I finished your book I was different. And this young girl knew what to do when a problem came her way.
I felt like I didn't belong. Like I was a different specie. People knew I was the one who got into trouble. Ditching school, hitting my mother, harming myself and others. Your book helped me. I read how you came through and thought I had it hard. But someone with polio surviving through a very rare disease. You being paralyzed was, for the amount of time it took me to read your book, like my heart being paralyzed. For the rough couple of months it was like I wasn't there. My heart was paralyzed. I hoped that it would come back to life and love again!
Knowing someone, a loved one in fact, as polio isn't exciting news. Especially if there is no cure for polio. There are tons of cures for illnesses and you had to get one with no cure. Well, for me it was a little different. I thought there was no cure. No one could help me change, I had to do it alone. But, it was your book that helped. One day as I came home from school I sat down to read words of affection and illness. As I read I came across great explanation of the process of being paralyzed. Being put into a machine. I made a connection that day. My life was like a machine. A broken machine not working just re-paralyzing everything. So I decided to change!
I knew problem one. Not going to school. 5th grade was the problem, when I wasn't going to school. I realized the reason why I wasn't going to school was that I was afraid people wouldn't take me in. I went to school and started paying attention. In 5th grade I had very low grades. By 6th grade I had straight A's.
My mother was so proud of me. I love my mother, and even more when she is not yelling, so now, today, I don't hit my mother. I really never figured out why I was hitting her. It's like I was the boxer and she was the punching bag. I greatly apologized to my mother for my very childish behavior the last couple months. Of course, we made up.
I loved reading your story and your life long journey through polio. I hope you enjoyed mine.