Impossible


Our nation has impossible problems, but I’ve learned to solve those.

Disability Roulette

In 2013, toward the very end of my doctoral work at Clemson, I became paralyzed and began to struggle with words.

The symptoms abated, then returned again—along with blindness & deafness, fainting, memory loss, and more. Symptoms were totally unpredictable between one moment and the next. Often, I stayed awake through the night because breathing required conscious effort.

There was no obvious pattern, and no one could tell me what was wrong. With no diagnosis, I began calling it “disability roulette.”

After several years and dozens of specialists, doctors began to recommend that I find acceptance.

I realized they were giving up on me.

So, I returned the favor.

I began to teach myself cutting-edge neuroimmunology. It was painfully slow due to the difficulty of reading even one sentence.

Two years later, I found the first drug which allowed me to walk again.

Recovery

Each improvement helped me find the next a little faster.

I ultimately lost a decade during which I’d hoped to pursue a career and a family—but it was better than the alternative.

In 2022, I was finally able to have my genes fully sequenced and began to dig through all the code.

Last year, on the day after Christmas, I discovered the exact gene which has been causing the problem. It is an autoimmune issue which appears totally unique to me—the reason no doctors could diagnose the problem.

With a precise cause, I have been able to stabilize my condition, and am now working toward a true cure.

Steel

After my first paralysis, I had a bracelet made for my worst days. It was bigger than the hospital tags, so I’d remember the important thing.

The iron suffers and becomes the sword.

As the years wore on, I increasingly wondered, “Why is this necessary? For what purpose am I being forged?” Faith was an ongoing struggle, but I kept an open heart.

When I was finally able to look up from my own battle, I was shocked to discover that I could hardly recognize my own country anymore. I began to hear an increasingly-insistent Call to go fix my nation, and I understand now that it is my responsibility to save my family’s legacy.

I was forged to remake my country.

Is it an impossible task?

It’s a necessary task.

Necessity leaves no room to consider possibility. With God, all things are possible.