Whenever I am unfortunate enough to fall ill, I think about how lucky I am that I do not have a chronic illness that could greatly alter impact the way I live my life, and the way I want to keep living my life. I think about how as humans, we are not very well prepared for the possibility of a life altering illness or disability. We live our lives thinking ahead but in terms of assuming that we will have our health and mobility. When things such as illness and disability do happen, our lives come to an abrupt halt for the time being. I’ve never (knock on wood) had a debilitating illness or injury, but the worst injury I’ve had was a broken wrist when I was in high school. On one level, it did greatly impact me as I was at the time on the fence about whether or not I wanted to continue high school athletics, and my decision was made for me. Looking back, my experiences and my identity were shaped in a very different way as a result of the injury and my inability to participate in athletics. But still, I was lucky, as it was my left wrist that I broke. Being right-handed I was still able to go to school and stay on top of my work. If it had been my other wrist, it would have been a completely different story, and being in high school, I would not have enjoyed spending all that time basically in solitude, away from socializing, and away from learning.