My name is Morgan, the Morgan, about whom you have read in newspapers and magazines, about whom you talk so much at your dinner affairs and cocktail parties, the notorious and legendary. Yes, I'm the Morgan that you hope will never be your child. I was never the same sense the accident. I apparently got in a car crash, but I don't remember it, I only remember waking up in a hospital. I had to learn what happened to me through strangers in white gloves and green gowns. I had to learn that I broke my back through people I have never met before. I had to learn that I will never be able to walk again when I had no one there for me. But worst of all the only thing I learned myself was that I would not be competing in the Olympics. Not this year or any years after that. I was going to be famous, I was going to be a big star. But now, I'm nothing. I am now just a "wanna be". I was supposed to be a great gymnast and win gold. That is what was supposed to happen in my life. Everything got ruined because that one person. That person who ruined my life and he just walked away with a few scratches. I did everything right, he was the one that ran the red light. Why am I the one that needs to pay for what he did? I am now stuck in a chair on wheels. My upper body works, just not my legs.
When I can't sleep at night I sing to get my mind off of everything. I sing because there's nothing else I can really do. One night my mom herd me singing and came in. She told me that "I have a gift. A real gift." She said this with a tear in her eye. "Even though you can't be in the Olympics does not mean you can't be in any other competition". After that she got up from my bed, kissed my forehead and left my room. I was up most of the night thinking about what she had said to me. Maybe someday I will be talked about again, but this time for greatness.
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