genesis

My legs may not work, but please don’t mistake that for a life not worth living.

Someone shot me, and the bullet left me paralyzed. I crawl when I need to, and when you put me in my wheelchair? I get to GO. I still love. I still play. I still light up when someone gives me attention. And if you look into my eyes, you’ll see just how much life is still in me.

I do have special needs, daily medication, and ongoing medical care. What I need most is something the shelter simply can’t give me enough of — a home, one-on-one attention, and someone who sees me instead of my wheelchair.

I survived the worst of someone. Now I’m waiting to experience the best of someone. My name is Genesis. Please give me that chance.