Marcia's Adolescent Years

Prologue- How It All Began

Prologue

God gave us all a reason and a purpose, but each one of us need to figure out what our own reason and purpose is in this lifetime.

I want to thank those of you who believe in me and my dream for my life story to be published

You helped me realize that I had to stop being afraid of showing people who I am.
I have been told I am too nice, but l enjoy helping people. One of my greatest joys in life is making people smile, I absolutely love making people feel good about themselves, if that makes me too nice that is okay with me because I love who I am.

I have a huge heart with a ton of love to give. I always have and I always will.

I was feeling down one day and I came across a friend who always manages to make me smile. I told him I was feeling sad and he said, Marcia, “No one has the power to make you feel less than amazing!” so, with that said, it is the story of how I overcame my struggles in this life that I want to share with whomever wants to read my story.

I pray my story will inspire someone, somewhere to be able to look around themselves and learn something about what type of person they are or would like to be.

I hope my story helps people to see how truly blessed they are and how lucky they are to have the blessings that God has given them. Life could have been worse than it is. Life is what you make it. "Take each day as a new gift!"

It is my prayer that my life story helps just one person in this world realize that this life is an amazing gift.

Much love to you all,

Marcia Belle Bucella
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Mommy's body can't hold onto me anymore. She is in labor.
How can her body know I am not ready yet?
It's time. Forty weeks is over but, I am still very tiny and I haven't turned around yet.
It is Okay, mommy, it isn't your fault.
God says that it is time.
Let’s do what he tells us.
I am born breech, rear end first, not feet first, like most breech babies.
In 1964 babies born as small as I am, usually don't live.
I only weigh three pounds eleven ounces, even though I am a full term baby I am still considered premature because of my weight.
I am so tiny that I am put in an incubator.
My left arm doesn't have any blood flowing in it, but the doctors are able to return the blood flow to my arm.
They tell mommy they, honestly, don't have any way of knowing how long my arm was without blood. My arm possibly may be damaged.
Sadly, they also tell mommy and daddy to expect the worst. I might not survive.
Time can only tell.
It was a difficult delivery and I am very weak.
They say that if I live I might not be able to walk, talk or have any intelligence at all.
I am determined from my very first breath.
I beat the odds.
Miracles do happen!
Thank you Mommy, Daddy and God for giving me life!

Chapter 1- Marcia  (E) What had to be done for me to walk. #1883543 by Marcia~I'm Home :)