Who am I? I am the Walrus. When my creators handed me over to my parents they laughed and said ‘Good luck figuring this one out.’ I am a lovely little puzzle not meant to be solved, but to incite curiosity, bewilderment, even frustration and anger. I open doors to thoughts and possibilities others are too afraid or ashamed to seek. I challenge myself and others to dig deeper, go beyond the expected to find the spectacular, and think in new ways.
I returned to school to complete my Bachelor’s degree in nutrition to supplement my knowledge as a personal trainer. I wanted to open my own gym. I wanted to continue teaching gymnastics and children’s fitness. I wanted to keep walking around on my hands instead of my feet. But Maxwell had other plans for me; his silver hammer threw me into a wall and changed my life forever.
They called me Broken Wing. It amused them to play off my heritage, but at least it was better than ‘the injun girl’ as I was often called. But although the name was given in jest, Broken Wing is not an insult or a nickname to me. It is a part of my identity. Although I still try to fight it, I am no longer the woman I once was: physical, athletic, always running, looking for another challenge; physically, I am broken. But maybe this is the moment I’ve been waiting for: though bound by physical limitations, I have learned there are no limits to my mental abilities. My mind is still free to explore, create, and grow. I want to learn. And I want to share what I learn with the world. I want to express myself, understand myself and others, and share the joys and sorrows that are the essence of life.
Who am I? I am Broken Wing, coo coo cachoo.