Prologue-How it all began

How it all began.

Prologue

God gave us all a reason and a purpose, but we all 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 dreams You all helped me realize I need to stop being afraid of being who I am. I truly am proud to be me.

I've been told I'm too nice. 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's 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.

A special friend shared this quote with me. It has since become one of my favorite—one I believe, everyone should live by. "No one has the power make you feel less than amazing" so, with this said; It's the story of how I've overcome my struggles in my life that I want to share with whomever wants to read my story. May God bless you all—Smile!

It's my hope; 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, because sometimes in life you just have to take a good look around yourself to really see how, truly, blessed you are. It could be so much worse than it is.

This world and life are amazing gifts from God. If I help just one person; in anyway, by telling my story, then my reason and purpose will be fulfilled—God is good!.

The Host of:

Marcia's Teddy Bear Love Group  (E) For Member's who enjoy spreading love; because everyone deserves to feel amazing!-Always #2001256 by Marcia~I'm Home :)

and

Marcia's Non-Fiction Short Story Contest  (E) True story, Real Life, Non-Fiction, From The Heart Story Writing. #2001407 by Marcia~I'm Home :)

at http://marcibelle.Writing.Com/

Much love to you all,

Marcia Belle Bucella
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How It All Began
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.
Lets do what he tells us.

I'm born breech, buttuck 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'm so tiny I'm 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.

The doctors 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 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, if I live I might not be able to walk, talk or have any intelligence at all.

I'm 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 :)