I don’t have a leg, but I do have a mind, which means that my thoughts are my limbs.
The idea of a limb is something that has always been interesting to me, something that’s been in my DNA from my earliest years of life.
My limbs were created by my father, a surgeon who developed a series of surgeries on my legs to help him carry out operations.
The surgeries he did on my leg were to repair the bone that had been injured from fighting.
The bone was broken and I’d been born with a severe defect in my right femur.
As I grew older, I began to wonder if the injuries that had happened during my early life could have been prevented by surgery.
If I could use my body to heal a broken bone, could I create a new one?
In my own mind, I could, but it was still an open question.
Eventually, I decided to take my own life.
The first day of my first day at school, I started crying.
I’d never felt so alone, yet so alone in my own body.
My mother called me and said she loved me, and that she’d be watching over me.
But when I went to my room, I couldn’t find my mother, and I was alone.
I couldn, but again I wasn’t able to find her.
I was in my room alone, unable to find my mom.
I had to find a way to make it out.
I went through my school and found my mom in my bed.
I asked her, “Mom, can I make you something?”
And she said, “Of course.”
I started making her some things.
She made me a big plate of pancakes, a bag of popcorn and I made a pie.
She helped me cook and clean up.
We talked about the world, and she was so proud of me.
I knew it would be hard.
I didn’t know what to expect.
She told me, “You’ve been so hard on yourself, but now that you’ve got a leg and you’re alive, it’s going to be a lot easier for you.”
I said, but what if I don-t have a brain?
I can’t have that.
And she explained, “Your brain is made up of your legs, your arms and your feet.
You can’t think outside of those areas.
You’re a complete machine.
Your mind is a part of your body, but you’re a machine too.
So, don’t think about what you don’t want.”
She then put me in my seat and said, I’m going to make you some new clothes, but first, I need you to think about your own mind.
And that’s when I realised, there’s no reason why I couldn�t do it.
She explained that her first surgery was to repair a bone that was broken.
She took a chunk of bone, bent it to create a small hole and used it to make a small slit in my thigh.
She then cut that slit down to the bone, then inserted the two pieces together and she made a hole in the bone to attach a piece of bone to my knee.
The next surgery was on my hip, a large hole in my hip that had damaged my hip ligament.
I made an incision through the bone with a screwdriver and then with a knife.
She inserted a piece from the bone and used the screwdriver to put it in, but as I began the procedure, the bone began to swell up.
It was like I was being poked with a fork.
After a couple of hours, I had two pieces of bone that were now embedded in my leg.
I felt incredibly relieved.
I thought to myself, I have a new leg, I�ve got my new leg and I�m now able to use it.
I decided, I won�t use my leg to heal this.
I am going to use my brain to repair my leg and my mind is going to heal it.
The thought of my brain healing my leg filled me with joy and I wanted to do whatever I could to make that happen.
After about five hours, she told me that she was sorry, she was going to cut off the nerve.
I told her I was going back to school, and if I was still in school, then I would be able to go home.
I came home, took a shower, and put on some clothes.
I put on a new pair of pants, some new underwear, and my dad said, �Now, look, I want you to know this, but your brain is going in the opposite direction to my brain.
If you want to be able not only to heal your leg, your brain, but also your body and your mind, then you have to do it on your own.’
And so I did.
I began by eating breakfast, going to the bathroom, and then going to sleep.
At first, my mind didn’t want to do the